The weekend was pretty eventful. Jake calls me about the brakes on his Pathfinder. He's done brakes before, no big deal. So on Saturday he is working on them, and finds out that the protective boot is torn that covers the cv joint. Now it's a big deal. He has never worked on one, and I'm 1000 miles away. He calls for guidance. Ever try to describe the picture in your mind to someone so that they can understand what you are trying to say? Wow, it's harder than you think.
He finds out that 1: Nissan makes 2 different kinds of cv shafts 2: He has the one that is hardest to work on 3: He needs more tools 4: The bolts he is trying to get loose have been in place since 1993 5: He can get the job done, without taking it to the repair shop 6: It saved a whole lot of $$$$ and finally 7: He is so much like me temperament wise, that he gets frustrated at not being able to fix things, especially when he is flying by the seat of his pants in doing something for the first time.
I told RaeLynn she deserves a medal. She has survived me, and she survived the junior version of me. She laughs, because she knows that Jake has the next generation right there with him, and they outnumber him.
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