Don’t Try This At Home

When I was a young man, about the time that man discovered fire, it was considered something of a rite of passage to work on your own car. Father and son would pop the hood and pull spark plugs, change the oil, and do other ‘manly’ work on the automobile. My first car happened to be a 1968 Chevy Biscayne. When you opened the hood, there wasn’t a whole lot to see. You could find the plugs, the dip stick, and the windshield washer fluid without any trouble at all. (I still managed to run that car out of oil… twice… because the oil light on the dashboard had a short in it, and I never knew if the light was on because I was actually out of oil or if it was just having a bad day. My father was not pleased.)