Just for a change, I worked a little in my brother’s car. His car lacks proper maintenance, and therefore it was up to me to fix it. If, of course, I can call “proper” what I do.
It was a simple job: check levels of water and oil, the pressure of the tires, clean the main battery and changing a couple light bulbs. This as payment, as he lend me his car yesterday, when I went to Chapala Lake to attend a Geology class.
So I started to work in his car. Oh, the humanity! His car is a mess. I cheched all his levels, and he was lacking water both in the radiator and the windshield cleaning system. The oil level was good enough, but in need of a change. His battery –oh, man, his battery– was in great danger of corrosion: I swear that the the cooper sulfate was looking me into my eyes, and the poor battery was asking for help. So I used the only method I know is cheap and fast enough to be used in a Sunday morning: sodium bicarbonate in and around the terminals. Brushing it using an old toothbrush, then a little water to remove the sulfate and vóilà! the corrosion is gone. The battery never looked as good as today since it was new.
Then to change lightbulbs. I removed one successfully, and then I had problems with the second. I had too little space there, I had to remove the full headlight to remove the lightbulb. Then I unscrewed the lightbulb protection, replaced the old lightbulb with the new lighbulb, and replaced the headlight in its proper place. Then, to test that everything was as good as it used to be, and yes, it was.
I then checked the fuses. They were all operative, and therefore in no need to replace anyone. The tires were a little overpressurized for my taste, but nothing harmful taking into account I checked them at noon. I verified the rest of the car, and, encountering no further problems, I called the day.
Then my brother invited me to breakfast, to watch a soccer game, and then a beer. I accepted. Here I am, enjoying a beer and watching the game, and fixing his computer. And, of course, writing this.
See you, guys.
Dijo.
An atheist, a freethinker, an engineer, and a good man. He loves to write, but sucks at it. And, of course, English is not his mother tongue, but was learned as a second language.
