Bob Batz Read Bob's bio and previous columns
September 11, 2009
The Day I Tried to Fix My
Car
I’m not mechanically inclined.
I know guys who can repair cars, build entire garages and overhaul
computers.
I tried to fix my own car.
Once . . . last Thursday.
My decision to tackle auto repairs for the first time came when my vehicle’s
engine began making strange sounds, which included whirs, bangs, squeaks and
rattles.
The first thing I did was dig out my rusty old tool chest,
which was buried under my first wife Sally’s 456,787-or-so assorted
Christmas decorations in a dark, dusty corner of the basement.
Then, after donning a five-sizes-too-large-for-me pair of
coveralls I found in that same dark corner, I climbed the stairs. When I
reached the garage, I raised the hood of my car and peered inside.
Standing there looking down into the engine compartment, I was dumbfounded.
I’d never seen so many wires and screws and bolts in my whole life. All of a
sudden I gained tremendous respect for all those auto mechanics who over the
years have fiddled around with my car engines and somehow made them purr
again like proverbial kittens.
Then, just as I was about to bend over and enter the
mysterious world of wires, screws and bolts and little metal and plastic
things, it dawned on me that I should probably take a peek at my owner’s
manual in hopes to see if it offered me some valuable tips on repairing my
car before I actually tackled the task of doing it.
So I extracted myself from under the hood, banging my head in
the process, opened the driver’s door and reached across the seat to fetch
my manual.
Like most car-owners I keep my manual in the glove box, which
is another mysterious thing about the automobile.
People call those compartments “glove boxes,” but the truth is that very few
people actually store their gloves in those glove boxes. They do, however,
keep other items in those compartments, including pencils, pens,
prescription medications, maps, can openers, notebooks, screwdrivers,
sunglasses, napkins, flashlights and losing scratch-off lottery tickets.
Once I found my manual and started flipping the pages, I
discovered it’s not exactly Gone With the Wind when it comes to
reading material.
Like the jumble of thingamajigs tucked away under the hood of
my car, the owner’s manual is also a tad confusing to me. Some auto repair
tasks are relatively easy to understand, like how to change the windshield
washer fluid and replace a blown fuse.
More, though, like the proper procedure for replacing a fuel
pump shut-off switch, require a tad more planning and thought.
I’ve had dozens of cars in my lifetime, but I’ve never
replaced a fuel pump shut-off switch.
Though I’m perfectly aware of the purpose of a fuel pump shut-off switch –
I’m thinking it shuts off the fuel pump – I didn’t have the foggiest idea
how to replace one, so when my engine started making all those weird sounds,
I consulted my 232-page owner’s manual.
Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky when it came to diagnosing
my car's whirring-banging-squeaking-rattling engine.
Eleven times I read the owner's manual from cover to cover.
Eleven times I came away totally confused by what I read.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I picked up the telephone,
called my favorite auto mechanic and asked him to stop by the house.
That done, I grabbed a cold beer out of the refrigerator and
plunked down in my favorite lawn chair.
Life is good.
Contact Bob at
bbatz@woh.rr.com
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