My first car was a '73 Pontiac Ventura. Piece of garbage, but I could fix it it cheap and easy, if I needed to. I never did, just sold it to the scrap yard when I was tired of it.I miss the good old days when I could work on my ‘70 Chevy Nova 302 small block V8 in front of the frat house I lived in. Water pump takes a ****? No problem. Need to adjust the points? No problem? Need to change spark plugs? No problem. Hell, even a leaky valve cover gasket can be a real pain in the ass these days. When I worked on my own car back then it was all familiar because it was like working on dad’s sprint car. This **** sucks.
2nd car was a 1966 Impala survivor. I did work on that, and it was simple, cheap, and easy. Raise the hood, so much room under there, get your work done and get back on the road.
3rd car was a restored 1966 Impala. Gorgeous car. Lost the mechanical fuel pump somewhere around Elizabethtown KY. Long story short, hitched a ride to E-town, got the part, replaced the fuel pump at the side of the road and it lasted for years until I sold her.
Since then, it's been up and down. Mostly down. Cars have gotten smaller, which means less room under the hood, and they're not designed with maintenance in mind. You have to be a contortionist to work on newer vehicles, and sometimes you have to pull the pack to get to the basic parts.
The US government did this to us. They set out to kill the shadetree mechanic, and they did that.
Some of you may have read about the death of my '06 Pathfinder. I really wanted to get an old school, air-breathing, classic piece of Detroit metal. But I'm too old for that now. Got a modern car with a warranty. Can't imagine having to pull the pack to change the oil pan if I hit some road debris, or reprogam a computer when it goes all HAL 9000.
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