When the car mechanic was a boy, the car was his life
When the man was a young boy, his car was in the garage, and his father would often fix the car for him.
When his father passed away a few years later, the mechanic was faced with the dilemma of paying for his father’s funeral and then selling his car to a mechanic who had a different father.
He eventually found a mechanic willing to take over his fathers car and take it to the next level, but the car had to be rebuilt.
It took a few more years before the car would be completely rebuilt, but that was the first time in its nearly three decades of existence that the mechanic knew he could fix the vehicle himself.
The car was originally owned by a former owner, but in the past few years, the owner of the car and its mechanic, Steve, have been selling the car at auctions.
I was driving through the parking lot when I noticed Steve’s vehicle parked.
“This is a pretty good one,” I said to myself, “I guess I should just grab it.”
Steve pulled out a small box of tools and started unloading them.
When I looked over the car, I realized I was looking at a good-looking car.
Steve opened the box and pulled out two pieces of wood: a saw and a pair of pliers.
He took the saw and the pliers out of the box.
With the plier and the saw in hand, Steve began cutting the car up.
First, he cut the lower panel of the steering wheel.
I didn’t think I’d ever need to cut a steering wheel before, so I was surprised when he didn’t need any help with that.
I was more than happy to take the wheel out.
I had a feeling that I would have to get some of the wheel off the car to see what it was made of, but as it turned out, I was right.
Next, Steve went into the engine bay and removed the front end of the engine.
The engine had a lot of plastic on it, and it was going to be tough to remove the entire thing without damaging it.
I tried my best to make sure the entire engine was out.
Steve then began removing the radiator.
He removed the bottom of the radiator and removed a section of the intake manifold.
Next, he removed the engine’s oil pump.
This was one of the first parts that Steve did.
It was just like I had imagined.
I guess the engine was actually a radiator, but I was a little surprised that the engine itself was a radiator.
I knew that I was not going to get the engine out completely, but it was still quite a work.
Next was the fuel pump, which was a bit of a challenge, but Steve was very thorough.
I mean, he was going in there with an open tool box, but he managed to remove everything.
Once he had everything out of his way, Steve took out the oil pan, which had a big hole in it.
He put a piece of wire through that hole to get a better view of the oil.
After the oilpan was out of reach, Steve put a hose through the hole and sprayed the car with a bit more oil.
After that, he went back into the garage and made the engine and radiator completely new again.
Before long, Steve was ready to start on the engine again.
The first thing that Steve took apart was the transmission.
He used a drill and saw to make the gears fit.
He then removed the transaxle and the differential.
Next came the oil filter, which he used a metal screwdriver to open.
After all that, Steve removed the steering column, which is also a bit tricky.
Steve cut the wheel well off the transmission and the shifter and then removed some of that metal from the top of the transmission, too.
Finally, Steve used a pair on a small piece of metal to remove a large chunk of the shifters and gearbox.
Steve started on the transmission again.
Once he had the transmission back together, Steve started to rebuild the steering and the brakes.
As Steve was working on the steering, I got a chance to try my hand at fixing a car.
It turns out that I had never done any repairs before, but a few days earlier, I had gotten a call from a mechanic.
He was in a very bad state and needed a couple of days to get all of his teeth pulled out.
The mechanic was in need of a new transmission and a new rear wheel, so Steve needed to be able to get those things done in a couple days.
But this was a first, and after he finished fixing his car, Steve told me he would be needing a new car.
I thanked Steve and asked him to come back and fix me a new one.
He did and we went home.
The next morning, Steve had the