Hard at Work

We have two "shade tree mechanics" in the family, one has a place where he can do his mechanic work, the other lives in an apartment complex that does not allow working on cars.  So that one, Himbeere, when he needs to work on one of his cars, comes over to our house.  It's a nice excuse to see him at least that often.

So yesterday he needed to come work on one of his cars (he keeps his "excess" car parked here, too, because his apartment complex only allows two vehicles.)  It started out well enough, but he keeps older cars (because he's good enough that  he can usually keep them running himself) so they sometimes are not in the best condition.  That, plus, when he's not using the extra one it sits around here and doesn't get much use.  Sitting idle can be hard on cars.

So he got here, got it up on the blocks, and started tearing the wheel apart so he could replace the part that needed replacing.  Pretty soon, he was down there, right up close to the work, because it was not going as smooth and easy as he had hoped.  This is why I don't like doing my own mechanic work.

Despite a good cheering section, it got pretty hard at one point, and he was still taking things apart.  But in the end he did win, he got the old part off!  Getting the new part on went pretty well and it wasn't long at all before he had everything back together and working. Yes, at one point, tools, old parts, and words were flying all over the place but in the end he came off triumphant.  Well done, Himbeere!