I hate car trouble

Probably the biggest pain in my ass I can think of is car trouble.  I hate car trouble.  And yet, I drive a shitty car, so car trouble tends to like me. Go figure…

To give you an idea of how shitty my car is every New Years, my wife and I have a tradition of seeing a clairvoyant.  Go ahead…laugh, but the woman’s LE-GIT.  To the point where your draw drops and your skin tingles because there’s no possible way she could know the things she does off a credit report.

But I digress…

I only bring this up, because my car is so shitty that my clairvoyant actually told me I drive a shitty car and that it’s draining me of my money. Her advice, buy a new one.  Thanks, but my father-in-law and wife tell me this everyday.  I actually tried to throw the clairvoyant off by saying my car’s really in not that bad of shape, but her response, “just wait.” Whatever. Crazy lady. What does she know?!

So about a month ago I just dropped $1,100 on a new clutch…

A new clutch that I just had replaced 3 years ago.  Now, I know I’m a rough driver (as corroborated by the wife), but my last clutch lasted 90,000 miles.  My “new” one, only 25,000. Kind of says one of two things: that either the clutch was a default, or my mechanic was. I think both.

I say all this because I’m driving yesterday and when I lower my window the damn thing literally falls off the track and the motor starts grinding.  Just what I need while enjoying my freedom from corporate opression.

See exhibit A.

I make the decision not to take it in and spend $500 on getting a car fixed that’s probably worth just as much as a round trip metro ticket to downtown LA, and fix it myself.

So I google, “How the F— do I fix a power window on a 2004 Hyundai Santa Fe.”

I didn’t find any clear cut instructions, but I did figure out how to remove the door panel.

Once I got this off, it was just a matter of poking around.

See that cheap piece of plastic that looks like a domino tile my thumb’s on?  That needs to go in the metal track just left of it.  Basically, it’s like a sliding door that slid off it’s track.

Got the cheap plastic domino tile in place.  Hopefully, the torque from raising the window should slid it back in place…

The wife loves documenting the moments when her dude actually does a bit of handy work. 

Whoops!  The wife was helping me and I sliced my hand on the damn metal frame. It doesn’t look that bad from there, and it certainly didn’t feel that bad, but when I pulled my hand out of the frame blood was literally flowing down the window to the point where the wife thought I’d cut my finger off.

(side note: she likes hands. She also likes her husband to have all 10 digits.)

But whatever!  It works, and I’m happy.  

Now, the one problem is that there’s a second cheap piece of plastic that stops the first cheap piece of plastic (i.e. the domino tile) from sliding off the railing, so as long as I don’t roll my window all the way down I’m good as gold…

Saved myself 500 bones and the wife was was proud of her Mr. Fix It.  

It was a good day...

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