the one where I realize I’m the anti-mechanic
so…do you remember my small, only slightly annoying serpentine belt problem? Well, it’s fixed.
And it was wicked simple.
And I overlooked it, and feel stupid.
My dad and step-mom came up for a visit this past weekend. My dad is a master mechanic. He’s forgetten more about cars than I’ve even pretended to know. I’ve explained the problem to him over and over, being a little too cock-sure feeling that it was the air conditioner compressor.
I took my dad for a quick drive on Saturday to listen to problem (I also wanted the rest of the neighborhood to hear it too). We were barely out of the driveway when he asked, for the 5th or 6th time, “is there enough tension on the belt?” Sure there is, I say, I checked it the day after the problem started again.
He humored me. “Well, maybe with the new belt, with the extra grip…” It all made sense to me.
When we pulled into the parking lot he asked me to pop the hood — because everyone in the parking lot wasn’t already looking at us.
Guess what.
Do I even need to tell you the problem?
Really?
Do I?
Do I need to tell you that the belt was wicked loose?
Eh, what are you going to do…you live, you learn, right?