On Wednesday, we took the car into the garage. We needed to replace the muffler and the ball joint on the driver’s side. The appointment was at 11:00 am, so this gave me enough time to do an oil change before we dropped off the car. I have changed both mufflers and ball joints before, but now since we can afford to get it done, we thought we might as well take it into a garage.
When we returned to pick up the car, the mechanic said that he noticed the front brake pads needed to be replaced. So, after we left the garage, we drove straight to Canadian Tire to buy some new pads.
Today, I’m going to change the brake pads. We could have paid the garage to do it, but since I’m able to change them, why bother?
I’m not writing this to brag that I can go into a garage and understand what they are talking about, and know if they are adding extra charges or exaggerating the time required. Nor am I bragging about the fact that I can, and prefer to change my own oil (long story), or change brakes. Rather I just wanted to thank my dad for teaching me. I think my dad thought it was important that his sons could do basic car maintenance. It wasn’t just because we were all boys, if I had a sister, I’m sure she would know how to everything I can.
Without my dad, I would have never been able to own a car. He has saved me so much money by doing work on my car, and he has helped me out in so many jams.
* When we were in St. John NB a few weeks ago the battery died and wouldn’t even take a charge. Had I been able to bother the person giving us a boost for a bit longer, my dad had already explained how to bypass my bad battery.
* When I was 17 and my brother was 16 we lived in my brothers Volkswagen van for the summer and it wasn’t until we got home that we realized he had hidden $100.00 under the dash in case we had vehicle problems.
The list goes on and on.
Thank you Dad.