What, it's a Clutch. It Can't be THAT Hard to Fix.

Well. Maybe for people who have any experience actually repairing cars, as opposed to just driving them into the ground.

So I'm sitting in front of my car with this Chilton's manual, and I'm learning a few things, two in particular: one, I am learning to be glad that none of my vehicle's problems have an asterisk next to their entry in the book. This apparently means that only a licensed professional is fit for the job, which I am not. Second, I get excited because apparently I have to get UNDER the car in this particular situation, until I realize that "under the car" is a place that I will not fit, at least not without fancy-pants additional apparatus. Damn.

Maybe it was something that Vespa Boy said about the ease of accessibility when it comes to fixing motorcycles, but I suddenly realize that this is probably why my dad has built exponentially more motorcycles than he has cars or airplanes. Because cars and airplanes are a pain in the ass. So then I'm kind of grumbling to myself about the fact that my dad isn't here to teeeach me these things (and what else are dads supposed to do, really), when I remember that he was pretty much self-taught when it came to mechanics, and hell. If he can do it, so can I. Are a few extra pounds of muscle really going to give him an edge when it comes to replacing a... cable? Probably not.

Besides, what's the worst that can happen? The fateful answer to that question, after the break.