Channeling My Inner Mechanic

My Dad would roll over in his grave if he read that title.
As some background, my step-Dad was a mechanic while I was growing up. He worked at a small Shell station in DeLand (no longer there) for about $120 a week. Remember when gas stations had actual mechanics? He had his name on the sign and everything.
The Shell Station was next door to this place,
which was a homeless dive in those days.
Anyway, I would go with him during the summer and help pump gas sometimes (not often) and HATED every minute of it. I had no interest in cars, how they worked, how to fix them … nothing. I think he finally gave up at some point. We were very different, my Dad and me. He was a Georgia country guy who listen to Hank William (Sr … NOT Jr), Jim Reeves, Marty Robbins, and Charlie Pride. He watched Gunsmoke, Bonanza, Hee Haw, and Dukes of Hazzard. I listened to KISS, Angel, Aerosmith, Ted Nugent, and Bachman-Turner Overdrive. He read Louis Lamour and I read Stephen King.
Very different. He tried so hard to get me to learn, even until his final days.
“What do you mean you paid for an oil change? Go outside and do it!”
“Your brake light is on? Probably the master cylinder.” (Everything to Dad was always the WORSE thing it could possibly be … never occurred to him it might just need fluid.)
In his defense, though, if I EVER had a car problem he would come rushing over to fix it, even after he quit being a mechanic, and he would stay until it was fixed. All he ever asked for was dinner, or lunch, in return. And it didn’t matter where I was either … he would drive from Ormond Beach to Tampa if I was needing help. This is something I miss, because there is definitely no one in the family that is that dependable any more for these things.
So I think it would come as a shock to him to see me in my garage tinkering with a bikes mechanics, figuring out how it works, and actually learning how to change tires and install seats and bars. My current thinking is that I look cool if I have some grease on my hat, or a nice chain tattoo on my arms or leg. It’s GREASE baby. Mark of a Man.
So I am in need of tools … BIKE tools. I saw a picture of a set the other day, and MAN did I ever come close to clicking on the BUY IT NOW button.
Looks at these TOOLS!!!!
Seven Pedal Wrenches!!!!
Screwdrivers!!!!
Allen Wrenches!!!!
A BRUSH!!!!
A thingy with a piece of chain hanging off of it that I have no idea what it does but MAN do I NEED it!!!!!
I may be developing an illness, but boy is Dad smiling right now. 🙂

2 thoughts on “Channeling My Inner Mechanic

  • June 25, 2012 at 7:57 pm
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    Aw great post about your dad. And I chuckled at “a thingy with a piece of chain hanging off of it” LOL! I would have called it the same thing.

  • June 25, 2012 at 7:57 pm
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    Aw great post about your dad. And I chuckled at “a thingy with a piece of chain hanging off of it” LOL! I would have called it the same thing.

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