I’m on the tail end of the Neon repair.

At least….I hope that what I’ve done is a repair.

It’s hard to tell until it’s all back together…full of fluids again…and you turn the key.

The moment of truth.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s something that I drag my heels over….wanting to delay knowing whether or not I did the job correctly.

It keeps me up at night…worrying.

What’s the use of worry, though?

This is fun to watch.

After all the grease and fluids getting all over me, this is fun to watch.

I like seeing someone puzzle through a problem with knowledge, skill and a sense of humor.

I trudge through the muck with profanity, pain, and pessimism.

That doesn’t sound as nice, does it?

Maybe it’s just the sharp gravel and the sun in my eyes that makes my methods so much less appealing?

I’ll start the Neon today.

The Neon will run.

That’s optimism.

I’ll call my video “Abandoned for 7 months….will it run?”.

Abandoned.

It’s easier to just tow the broken thing out of your life forever.

I wonder if I’ll ever get to the point where I start out “giving up”?