Spending time under cars
I’m not an automotive expert by any means, but in the past week or so, I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time working on vehicles.
It started with my neighbor across the street. I was sitting out front, and he waved, like he normally does. I’m friendly (no, really), so I waved back. He mentioned he was having a problem, and by the open hood on his car and the slowly growing pile of tools nearby, I managed to put two and two together. A few hours later, I’d fixed a transmission linkage problem on his truck.
Then, day before yesterday, my wife mentioned she needed to take her car in for an oil change. I wasn’t familiar with her engine at all — it’s newer than anything I’d ever worked on, and tiny besides — but I told her I’d do it. After figuring out some odd measurements (really, GM? A 15mm oil plug and a 1.25 inch filter cap?), I got the oil changed in much longer than the 10 minutes or so I used to be able to manage in my youth.
In both situations, I really had no idea what I was doing when I started out. And in both situations, there came a point where I seriously considered just letting someone else handle it… but I kept going. I did research where necessary, and I kept working until the job was done.
I don’t know, but it seems like there could be some parallels drawn between those situations and doing anything creative. Thought for the day.