Being a grownup

Yesterday, dad showed me the mysterious inner workings of...wait for it...the car.

He's given the same lecture on basic car maintenance about 3 or 4 times previously, but I can never remember how to do all these hands on stuff. I have a terrible memory for visual stuff, and an almost non-existent ability to visualize stuff, so yeah. This time, I went out armed with a piece of paper and a pen - to sketch the various little parts that I had to take note of. You don't have to be a rocket scientist to guess how ugly my sketch was.

Will my knight in shining armour just marry me quickly so I don't have to learn all these? =P

...On an entirely unrelated note, I wonder if mechanics would go for someone like me. Hmm.

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