I got a phone call this morning from my Dad who is now in his 80th year. His exhaust had dropped off his old Renault Clio and he was wondering where to go and get a new one fitted.
I am a motor mechanic with almost 40 years experience and had looked after the families vehicles until the dreaded lung disease struck 3 years ago, since then I have been relegated to checking oil ,water, tyre pressures and giving advice. Well I have been feeling much better recently so I said to him 'I'll do it'. At first he sounded concerned for my health and safety but I convinced him I could manage it.
I phoned the garage that I used to work at and asked them if I could use a ramp for a few hours and they were only too pleased to let me give it a go.
Next thing I phoned the auto parts delivery service and got the relevant parts ordered to the garage. It was around now that I realised what I had taken on and for a while started to doubt whether I would be able to manage this relatively simple task.
Well after finding my tool box under a foot of dust and overcoming one of the main parts being incorrect I huffed and puffed my way until the job was finished.
It was a success but it had taken its toll, I was knackered with a capital K. It felt great to be useful again, even if it was only for a day but I also realised that I was still a long way off the man I was only 3 years ago.
My Dad was well pleased to see me back in action, fixing cars and so were my old work mates but it may be a while before I do anything like that again.
I've tested myself and I sort of passed but the way I feel physically now, I know I couldn't do it again tomorrow.
All in all I'm pleased with the way today went but I'm not going to get carried away
Its back to checking oil and water for me and concentrating on staying fit for the Lung Transplant operation.
If anyone out there needs an exhaust fitted tomorrow then I can recommend quick fit, not me.
Tony.