Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Zen and the art of Ford Focus maintenance

Here's a little-known fact about me: I like to fix things. Toilets, pipes, tree removal, whatever: I hate paying other people to do things I think I'm perfectly capable of doing. Now, I may NOT be capable of doing them, but I at least want to try.

My left tail light went out the other day. No biggie; I can change a light bulb. Unfortunately, the part that the light bulb plugged into had melted out of shape, and the nice man at the auto parts store had to break it to remove it. Long story short, I had to strip the existing wires and crimp in a replacement piece.

So this is what I did after work today (note the liberal use of electrical tape):

Ta da! It works!

I want to send a big shout-out to Pop, because if it weren't for him I'd be much less likely to know my way around those needle-nosed pliers. Also, madd propz to Ken at O'Reilly Auto Parts for selling me the $3 part instead of trying to convince me I needed a new $150 tail light. Thanks for not patronizing the little lady. And last but not least, thanks to my husband Batman for coming outside and congratulating me on my successful repair, even if he did refuse to join my in my Victory Dance of Awesomeness in the driveway.

But he did compliment my Spaghetti of Awesomeness later, so it's all good.


Anonymous said...

I am so proud of you but most of all I'm proud of the parts man for having the good sense to realize you don't do "little lady" stuff. And they say good men are hard to find!

Anonymous said...

Yay for you, LAR! That is so great!!! :-)

pop said...

Dear Supermom,

Is there nothing you can't do??! I wish I had been more of the "group that pays attention" and noticed your mechanical aptitude when you were a kid. We could have spent hours of greasy grimy fun times under the various interesting vehicles which passed through our hands. Remember the VW Rabbit which stranded you and your first date in the Trinity Baptist PARKING lot??



lar said...

Dear Pop,

That wasn't my first date, it was my second. My FIRST date was in the ARBY'S parking lot.