Every once in awhile, even the finest ranfla has to get some repairs done on our city streets, this one seems to be in for some rear brake pad replacement. One of my many landlords stipulated in the contract, as a condition for rental, that we could not do any car repairs on the property or on the streets adjacent. Yeah, whatever you say, Crazy Lady. But you sign it anyways cuz who gives a shit what they stipulate. This is Lincoln Heights, most everyone has to take a wrench to their carcancha every once in awhile, like it or not. In my case, it’s always not. Unfortunately, the duct tape repairs do not last forever. There’s a reason why we have so many auto-parts retailers around here, lots of people still prefer to try their hand at fixing their ride on the cheap rather than spend a grip of money on repairs by some mechanic that might not be on the up and up. It’s DIY borne of necessity, something many Lincoln Heightians know only too well.
You have more time than money, parts are cheaper at the Autozone, shit’s broke anyways: ain’t gonna hurt to try fixing it yourself! The only real drawback is that soon enough, someone unscrewing the oil drain plug under their car, will eventually get their feet run over by some menso driving like a baboso. The Car-Self-Repair world will mourn during a regularly scheduled menudo break, talking about the menso that got hit by that other menso that was driving like a baboso. A lime or two will be squeezed in acknowledgment, though that may be completly unrelated. And then, the fix goes on.