Once upon a time when anything went wrong with my car, I’d call my dad. The last five years I haven’t been able to do that. A few times I was able to call a good friend of his for advice. Today was no different.
I asked one of his friends if replacing a battery is something I could do alone. The unequivocal belief in my abilities shone through his response. The last time I changed a car battery was either with Dad or his friend. Never alone.
Today I did it myself. Well, not completely. I asked my son to help. Someone has to hold the flashlight… just kidding. He helped more than that.
My car isn’t the typical car. It doesn’t have the normal battery set up. I had to wait for the battery to arrive then get the extension set for the metric ratchet and socket set. It wasn’t hard but it wasn’t just turning a couple bolts.
Today, my son and I together changed the battery in my car. Dad wasn’t here. His mechanically inclined friends weren’t here. It was just me and my son. We did it. We honoured Dad’s memory!
Oily Minded Medic 