My husband (deceased) was a mechanic. During our marriage (circa 70's - 80's) we would buy old vehicles, fix them and sell them. Bruce taught me a few mechanical skills. A few. But enough to leave me with a sort of compulsion to try to fix my vehicles when they don't work. Sometimes this is good. Sometimes I think I'm crazy. My track record is about 50/50.
My current challenge. Bessie Blue is not starting consistently. She has juice but the starter only cooperates when it feels like it. Been at this for a couple of days. I mechanic like molasses. Every step has to be considered, re-considered, researched, and considered again.
My first challenge - how to safely put a 1986 F150 up on jack stands. My son loaned me his, but they were to small. I am now the proud owner of a 3 ton jack and jack stands. This stage took me a full day. Just to be sure and safe. Dang. Folks - raise your girls to use tools. Give them their own tool box when they leave home.