I really hate car maintenance. Sometimes I don’t even admit to the guys at Pit Stop how much I hate it. But jeez, it seems there is so much to keep track of and to know about. Long years ago, I made a decision that there were two major things in my life I would always hire out: one was car maintenance, and the other was computer programming (including web site design).
The thing is, just the way my car is beginning to look after 4 years of ownership is bad enough. A ding here and there, a scratch here and there, so that now the question is “How long will it be before I have to spring for body repair and a whole new paint job?” The inside is a bit worse for the wear, since I take so many long-distance driving trips and since on many of those trips, my dog comes along. Actually, Bear (well, that’s what he looked like when he was a puppy – like a bear cub) isn’t really the problem. The problem is more in the driver’s seat, with all grit I seem to drag into the car. It’s the fact that I eat meals all the time in the car. It’s the fact that I almost never get the time – or perhaps take the time – to do some of the detailing on the interior of my car myself, and at least for now, I have no intentions of having someone else do it.
I really hate car maintenance. I don’t understand anything under the hood, and never have. I know simple, stupid stuff – like how to change a tire, how to check the oil level, how to refill the washer fluid. Well, I do know not to open the radiator on a hot afternoon. Otherwise – sheesh. I always need to take my car to people I trust. Since I moved to my new home last summer, I have to find a whole different place now to buy tires, and that’s coming up fairly soon. I have no idea who a good mechanic would be around here should I need one.
I can avoid some huge repair bills and some inevitable deterioration if I get the little stuff done every three or four months, though. That’s about the only thing I’m doing right these days; last time I got my oil changed, I got the differntial and power sterring fluids changed, too. They even re-inflated my tires, which were low. I could tell the car felt better; it definitely drove a bit differently, a little easier. So all those voices inside my head are quieter. Until something big happens; but even then, the guys will warn me. The check things and they’ll warn me.