There has always been an old wise tale saying, “Like father like son.” I was really close to my father, especially with automobiles. I would never forget the point in my life when my father knew that I, was ready to be challenge against any car out in the streets. To be able to mechanically fix almost any problematic car had to give me. From draining the pure black oil from the bottom of the car. To pulling out and replacing a fully built motor from beginning to end. To also rebuilding an engine lower portion of it: block, crank, oil pan, rods, bearings, pistons, etc; to the upper portion of the engine: heads, cams, timing belt or timing chain, valves, lifters, gaskets etc. This teacher, my father who has taught me almost everything about cars finally felt that I was ready to be free.  

It all started when I was a little tiny toddler running around, discovering what this beautiful world had to offer. I guess I would say that I was more intrigue of the objects man/woman has built instead of mother nature. As for intense when I was 6 years old, my beloved parents bought me a tiny blue tool kit that only carried two tools inside if it. A Philips screw driver and a flat head screw driver. When I opened the plastic flap and felt the grasp of the plastic handle. I knew that they had metal tips and they were actually real, I jumped with joy. Later after I had dinner with the family I had some time to test out my new tool set. I had an old tiny toy model 1964 Chevy impala that had a metal body, the tires where rubber, and on the bottom of the car was a plastic looking frame that had four Philips screws. I finally had my chance to disassembly this beautiful Chevy impala. I got one screw out, then the second, then the third, then it came to the last screw. When I was on the last screw the head of it started to strip, I put my pressure and sure enough the screw came out. After that, I took more things off the impala, for instance the suspension and the door holders. When I had it apart I knew I had only one thing left to do. I had to put it back together. With being young and not having very much confidence I told myself that “If he can do it, I can do it too.”(referring to my father) I grabbed my little screw driver and put that 1964 Chevy Impala back together with just a little bit of confusion.  

As I grew older, my tool set became bigger, my bond with my father became closer, my knowledge about automobiles became stronger. I was on the path to becoming a man, a man that wanted to work on cars. When I was eighteen years old I have already been in a shop since I was seven but have only really been learning about cars since I was around 10. As every grateful summer would come along for school, I would be ecstatic to be able to go to my dad’s automotive shop every day. Until we had to go back to dreadful school in the fall and I would only be able to go to his shop maybe on the weekends, mostly if I didn’t have homework. However, as the years have gone by and summers have past I kept doing the same thing, back to my dad’s auto shop. Finally, it came to the year I graduated from high school and was able to be at the shop full time. When I turned sixteen my dad started paying me for working, but now I’m eighteen and ready to work even harder for this information about cars. That I was getting to a point that I can fix almost anything; there has only been a couple of things I haven’t done by myself and one was removing an engine from a vehicle. 

I was at shop when a 2001 crisp black jeep grand Cherokee with some nice four by four rims and tires came in. I went to check the vehicle, I tried to start it and nothing happen. The vehicle motor wasn’t turning over, but there was a slight noise from underneath coming from the starter. Surprise the engine was seized, and all you can hear was the starter motor trying to work. From what my dad taught me I knew I was right, I called the old man over so he can have a look at it himself; also, so I can have a sign of smartassness and happiness that my father telling me “your right, good job.” He told me to put in in bay four, but I asked him “hey dad do you think I can do this one?” He replied “you sure?” And I said “F**k yeah!” He looked on last time at the jeep before he walked back to his bay, with that “you can do it” type of nods.

My father is a kind person but with the attitude of a massive bull, because he is extremely bold is what he says. That he is more like a military type father, what he said is what goes. He is always loving and caring towards me and the family. When me and my father bond though, it’s like we are in a whole different type of world. As if me and him unite and become like batman and robin. He batman and I am robin because I am still trying to learn things from him about cars. He started working on when he was young, but he didn’t have a father to show him the ropes. He had to learn everything on his own. He went to trade school that taught him everything he needed to know. Even after school he would keep study and learning about cars on his spared time. When he would work on cars he would be very specific, always honesty to the customer, and responsible for his work even if he had done something wrong. Most of the time he never messed anything up on cars, he was a true master of cars. Till this day he is turning wrenches, and has handed down this trait to me. Just like how he gave me the task to work on the jeep. 

The crisp black jeep was mine to weld my assortment of tools at precision skillful matters. I began taking the common necessary parts off the engine first, the a/c and power steering because of the hoses. Then the valve covers, after the intake, then the exhaust manifolds etc. The harder part was when you would have to lift the car and remove the starter to remove flywheel bolts. Then finally I was able to put out the motor, I grab the red cherry picker and attached to chains with bolts/screw on the motor. It started to budge but something wasn’t getting loose, I couldn’t figure it out. I was stuck hours trying to find the problem and I finally was about to give up and accept my defeat by asking my father what it is. That when I took action and told myself “If he can do it, I can do it too.” I pulled my pants up higher then usually and stared at the jeep as if I was part of some western shot off. I thought hard and long it finally hit me, I knew what was cause it to get stuck. It was one of the ground cables that run from the back of engine to the fire wall.  

I finally had relief pulling the motor out. I told my father and showed him that I completed it by myself, and he said “took you long enough.” But the way he said it with his emotions intertwined with the words that he was happy, that all of his teaching and everything I learning from him was finally there. I was a man that could come across and problem with a car and find it out myself. From taking apart a toy 1964 Chevy Impala to taking apart a 2001 Jeep Grand Cherokee I have grown somewhat into a car guru. Now when I come across a problem and I’m struggling I tell myself one thing that makes me rethink ” If he can do it, I can too.”