Another post makes me post this, a male topic, I suspect, worth revisiting every now and then.
I bought a 10 year old car about 16 years ago. A '77 Buick Century, whom I named Proud Mary. She was the first car I ever owned while single. It had taken a divorce to get me there. All of my other cars had been jointly owned with my ex.
I did all maintenance and repair myself. And it kept me quite busy. When the original exhaust system got washed out in a street flood, I replaced it. When the charging system went south, I dismantled the alternator and replaced the voltage regulator and diodes. The last problem I had with it was a burnt out wiper motor, which I also replaced myself.
Each and every repair was a real pain. The hood on that model opened forward. To work under it, I had to reach tools around the sensitive hood prop to accomplish the required task. Quite difficult with my limited dexterity, but I got done what needed to be done. It was all a matter of knowing when to pray and when to swear.
Two years after buying the car, when my wife and I were merely dating, she made me get rid of it! All my hard work gone!--my exhaust system, my radiator, my carbeurator! My Chrisi just didn't care much for the language I used while under the hood, I guess. <L>. I ended up selling it to my ex for $100.00. The curses were all hers. How's that for revenge?
I haven't worked on a car since then because today's engine compartments are too cluttered and require special tools, for the most part. But a part of me enjoyed the aggravation of maintaining, troubleshooting and repairing the car. Nowadays, local ordinances won't even allow us to change our own oil. The shade tree mechanic has gone the way of the blacksmith. It makes me wonder how NAPA and Autozone stay in business.
Any other car stories out there?