Every year since I grew up, I have found myself under my car in the dead of winter. And it’s already happened this year.
This is because I actually can fix cars, drive cheap cars that are likely to need work in the winter, and because I’m willing to do it. This time it was changing the alternator, often a standing, through-the-hood sort of thing, but on my ’88 Honda, it must be done from underneath the car. And after it’s unbolted, the axle has to droop a bit for it to clear the things in its way on the way out. So I had to jack up the car to make this happen even though it was already on ramps.
I was deliberate, calm, and took great care to stay comfortable. I set up a space heater under the car, and laid lights all over the place. It paid off; I finished fairly quickly and without pain or broken skin.
So I’ve learned something in thirty-five years. I wonder how long I’ll keep doing this?