I replaced the starter on the Grand Caravan last night.
I did it so that we could all go to church this morning.
Watch the first part of this video to see what really gives me problems when I do this job.
It’s the plate that is the bugger.
It is really hard to put the starter back in its proper position and keep the plate correctly oriented at the same time
I called it a lot of things last night….and, if I called it “bugger”, it was probably the most benign thing that I called that plate “under my breath”.
I may have said it loudly.
“Under my breath” is designed to make me look better than the angry and greasy little man I was last night.
The irony is that I walked into church this morning like I hadn’t been cussing like a sailor last night.
What a greasy hypocrite.
When I went to church this morning, I was clean on the outside.
I’d washed the grease off my skin.
I’m glad that they didn’t play a video of me in the gravel on the Jumbotron when I sat down in the pew.
That would have been bad for me.
Watch how very patient this fellow is.
That’s pretty nice to be so controlled.