Today was the first time I actually went to work on my car and replaced a faulty part.
With a bit of advice from new friends and the interwebs, it was a fairly straightforward process, but it got my hands dirty, I learned a bit and I loved every bit of it.
At first my dad was scolding me for buying a piece of shit car, but when I told him that I like to play with cars and I am doing this myself to learn rather than pay someone else to do it, he changed his attitude.
Most likely because back in his day he himself had to tinker with his car. While it was out of necessity rather than a passion, I think he still enjoyed it and this resparked his interest.
My car is like a girl, it may not perfect, but that's what I love about it.
