Working on vehicles is like a snowball rolling down hill. It creates a bigger ball every time; just when you thought that changing spark plugs would be just that? Suddenly, it's not just the spark plugs. It's the spark plugs, it's the removal tool, then it's the wires, and a block heater plug that keeps the antifreeze from coming out. And after that, it's many phone calls to various parts houses finding the best price, yada yada.
It's also many trips inside the house for refreshments, snacks, deep frustrated breaths from Left-Brain and mumblings under his breath. Excited dogs who want in your lap, what you're eating and so many questions from the counter parts guy. I miss people who actually know what I'm saying to know what I'm looking for from their stocked shelves. They hire kids fresh out of school who have never or very little have any experience turning a wrench or a brake spoon.
My late grandpa Cotton DeLancy was a mechanic for Standard Oil pre-Chevron days, and he had more granddaughters than grandsons. Five girls to be exact! In turn, he taught the majority of us who were interested in what was under the hood. Not just how to change the oil, but to adjust our brakes with a brake spoon, and a host of other things including greasing the squeaky doors with your bare hands....and no there isn't an app for it. I spent a few summers learning how to change a flat tire, change the oil and how to gap spark plugs. I also learned about my grandpa's younger years spent on the farm and in the wheat fields and his mean little pony that he rode bareback. A Shetland welsh cross that would try to rub him off on a tree or log any chance he got.
As my uncle would say, "There's no such thing as an easy mechanic's job."