Just curious...
On a scale of 1-10. Some days it is like sticking an icepick in your forehead. Is it even healthy?
And maybe this relates to the recent "should I be a mechanic for a living" thread- but-
Today I was working on my volvo xc70. It is overwhelming at this point. I still haven't got the AWD to work, I discovered a torn CV boot on the front, it needs a brake job, and I decided to tackle a clogged PCV system. Really needs all new shocks/struts too. Took all day to fix the venting system by pulling manifold and such. Scraped hands/ sore/ a lot of work just to get the case to vent right and not blow seals and such.
I always reach a dark point, right before the light, where I ask myself "why the f#%% do I do this?"... I mean, NONE of my friends can even change a battery, and most volvo owners can't even change the batteries in their key fobs... so why do I do this to myself??? ... And it's just a volvo... There is no passion to the end result....
And I'm not just talking volvo- any car- people say "they enjoy it", but really, in every project there is a moment of pure anger- a stripped bolt, a snapped bolt, a rusted bolt, an inaccessible bolt... etc.. etc... surely this must be a sign of insanity! On my 911, I can see the payoff- It inspires, but even that is pushing it sometimes!
I don't know..am I psychotic? I can't be the only one. Maybe it's fun when we want to work on something, and sucks when we have to. Maybe it's the context. At any rate, today was an overwhelming ordeal spent getting the engine to make a sucking sound at the oil filler cap. Unlike the still broken AWD, at least the crankcase has vacuum- but how does one relate that to a clever facebook post for your non car driving friends? You can't.
Rant over! (and tomorrow I get to put snow tires on my 2wd volvo!)
Ron