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Cars and Dads
I became interested in how cars work the Saturday I went to look for my dad to drive me to my piano recital and he, all-thumbs weekend-warrior mechanic, was found dissembling the family car to “fix” it. He had time to put most of it back together.
As we scooted toward my piano teacher’s church where the performances would be held, engine backfiring, carburetor gasping, I realized he hadn’t the time to clean himself up. So there he was, a devout come-as-you-are Catholic sitting in the back amongst appalled, tidier Methodists sweating in his white grease-stained shirt, my eyes fixed on him as I played Gypsy Rondo, much like his mechanical skills, almost competently.
The assembly forevermore thought my dad was a working man who fixed things, possibly a mechanic. He fixed things, but not cars, if we are to speak honestly. Their miscasting of him would have made Dad, the Exec Director of Community Mental Health, beam with pride, because in truth, he was the anti-Colin Powell of fixing Volvos, his car fettish of the 60s-70s.
For all the cars he brought home to live (and sometimes die) in our driveway, among which at most on any given day 1.5 of them were drivable (a sore spot with the neighbors), our mother always knew where to find her man on a Saturday morning. It was the happiest of marriages.
Folks sometimes ask me why I like fixing things. Honestly, I just thought everyone fixes things—but they dont. Some people can only change oil with a credit card. I digress. Why do I fix things? Because they need fixing. But, one day I realized that helping Dad fix things on occasional Saturdays was a bond we shared that my siblings didn’t. Fixing things brings back tender moments, like the two of us trying to build back the family car in record time for my recital.
And you can’t beat the thrill of things working—almost.
Excellent video. Blessings 🙌