A Little Bit of Me
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Notes to my daughter on getting her first car
Notes to my daughter on getting her first car.
oh dear! fumbling around doing the brake
callipers. its the start of worse things.
next it will be a valve job, then you
will be ripping the head off for a
decarb everytime your top speed drops
below 220 kph. beware! i guess the good
side is that this sorts out presents for
the next decade. toolboxes, tools,
vacuum gauges, workshop manuals, feeler
gauges – you are entering the twilight
zone of MOTOR MECHANICS. from now on you
will have a perpetual line of black
grime running along the tips of what
used to be perfectly manicured fingers
but which, now, are ragged, torn
remnants attesting to your former
femininity. you will notice that bath
scum changes from a satisfying grey to a
murky black. no more the sweet smell of
opium, instead, a heady mix of 96 octane
and Pennzoil.