After making it though yet another Saskatchewan winter I realized something monumental had happened - my little poo poo car hadn't broken down once all winter. This is in high contrast to last winter when he broke down on a monthly basis. Although I would never want to go through a winter like that again I did learn quite a bit about myself and mechanics.
When my starter went it didn't occur to me that I couldn't replace it myself. All that occurred to me was that I had no money and I needed my car to survive.
I found out what I needed and headed to the parts store, I went up to the man at the desks and told him I needed a starter for a 93 jeep wrangler 2.5 liter. I felt pretty proud of myself for knowing how many liters of something go in my car. The man brought me the most expensive starter he could find and I told him I wanted a refurbished one. "well that wont even last six months, who are you getting to do it for you?"
I couldn't believe it! its the two thousands!!! girls can fix cars
His remark left me even more determined to do this myself. I headed home and after a few tears and a misplaced ratchet I turned the key and to my amazement it started!
It was a very satisfying feeling dropping off the old starter to the guy who doubted me. Bitch please I can do anything.