The first time Roberto, my mechanic, made a house call I was worried about a sound that the car was making that apparently cars always make.
The second time he visited Nick, Matt and I had tried to replace the spark plug wires. We had already got the rear shocks changed, and had done a could of other things, but we thought we'd try this because, well our success rate had been 100% thus far.
We felt pretty good.
When Roberto came a week later to fix nearly everything we'd done he said to me, en Español, "You did this?"
"Si. Esta bien?"
He smirked, looked at Miguel, and said "no".
Miguel said to Nick, en español, "These are good cars to learn on because you can't mess things up too bad, and they're not too hard to fix."
So while my assistant spoke with Jorge's assistant, Roberto and I (mostly Roberto) went about undoing the work that we had proudly done a week earlier.
When we were working on it, my brother-in-law and father had tried to couch me out to f doing it at all, but, as I said earlier, I was batting .1000 and completely unstoppable. Steve and Dad, when they realized what I was tackling, had me slow the process down - but by the time they had done that the firing order had been forgotten and no amount of YouTube could put it back together again.
In the end all I had done was mix up the first cylinder with the second, but I might as well have put my right shoe on the left rear brake pad.
The car wasn't going to work. End of story.
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