Some manly men might consider me insufficiently manly because I don’t change my own brake pads on the cars I drive. Pfft! I say that I know myself, and mechanical aptitude isn’t my strong point. I understand how things are supposed to work, but when I take up a saw and hammer, even though I measure four times before I cut, I still end up cutting to the wrong length. I’m not about to trust something as important as the brakes on my automobile to my very fallible fingers.
I can manage the simple repairs, but even those seem to be much more difficult for me than they should be. Just last night, I replaced the headlamp bulb in my sedan. I had no problem getting access to the old bulb, and I knew that the only thing holding it in place was a wire retainer that was supposed to rotate out of the way. But I stuck my fat finger down into the recess, and I poked and prodded and pushed the end of the wire every which way, but it refused to rotate, and I worried that I was going to break something. Then, suddenly, it was loose. I have no idea what I did to release it, and I know that the next time I have to replace a bulb, I’ll struggle with the retaining wire again.
If I have that much trouble with a light bulb, don’t even talk to me about brake pads!