The Car Runs
So I stayed home from work this morning to help Dad put a new radiator into the car (Thanks Ralf for suggesting we do it ourselves -- saved us 300 bucks). We thought it'd take only a couple hours but around one o'clock Lisa popped into the garage and mentioned I was a little extra late for work.
(Only got into the office around 3. Technically I'd have to work until 11 to work off the time. Sigh.)
Dad was still finishing up when I left, but he called to say it's running fine. Yay!
I tell you, it's like engines aren't actually designed to be worked on. I mean seriously, why have a metal bolt tucked in where you only have about an inch of movement for the wrench? My hands will never be the same.
Still, I feel all manly and shit, having actually worked with my hands for a change. On an engine no less.