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my dad siad im too scronny to work on old blue and he say he wont let me start unitl im 16 im 14 now, so thats my first car, he wont let me get another
Stun him with knowledge. learn everything you can about that truck, especially things your dad might not even know. And don't go blabbing everything you learn all at once. act like your OK with waiting. feed him little tidbits of info once in a while:
Hey dad, did you know that in 1968, Ford offered 6 different rear end options but only 3 for the front axle on a 4X4. (i made that up but you get the picture). when you know he's comming outside, be there by one of the tires and have your hand running over the tread. when he asks what your doing, tell him were just checking for any uneven wear. Don't stop with the truck either. what does your mom drive? show some interest in that car too. Flattery will get you everywhere. When (and IF) he gives in, don't blow it! keep your cool. show him you're mature when it come to vehicles and that you respect them. good luck.
I have a text book form 1969 called Automotive fundamentals i got off ebay. Its a great book, learn all the basics. Learn how it works, why it works and how each system depends on the other. I have about 15 text books i've collected in the last year that i like reading. Call me wierd, but i read when i get bored. if anything see if he will let you start cleaning it. Get it ready to work on. Degrease stuff, clean out everything.
I started wotking on vehicles on my own at 14, had been helping my dad for some time before that, then finally my cousin sold me a 67 Chevelle that needed some help, well, it needed a lot of help after I got done, but it was certainly a learning experience. I initially learned from a Chilton's manual. First rebuild I did, I got the rod caps mixed up, and unfortunately, they weren't stamped to match, so I couldn't get them straightened out. Ran like a champ, but started knocking in 5 minutes. See if you could get an old engine to tear apart, you learn, and if you mess it up, no loss, although, you shouldn't mess it up, because you ask questions before getting carried away, and have a manual there with you, right? If he doesn't have an old motor or such available, the local junkyard has core engines that you can get pretty cheap.
i think he was saying that his dad hates mechanical stuff and if he hates it he is probably not too mechanically inclined....my dad was the same way....be carefull what you wish for dood i ended up being the money saver extrodinaire for my dad, i had to fix anything in the yard that needed it wether i wanted to or not.....hows wanting to go moto-x riding with your buds and having your dad say to you "you need to change the oil in your moms car and the cv axle on the passenger side, and then i need the alternator looked at on the mazda and the blades changed on the tractor deck....then you can go" what a way to ruin a Sat.
My old man used to want me to sit back and watch him and wouldn't let me get involved. I know he did have my best interest at heart, but I didn't realize this until the first time I got electrocuted.
Moral of the story: Don't worry, just watch, and he'll know you have a sincere interest, and he'll want you to know more...and disconnect the battery before you start working on the car.
us "Pops" can be putty in your hands if you respect us, do as we ask, and communicate with us ...
and guess what ? you'll have more fun too
That's the God Awful truth! i wish i had leared that when i was young. i hope my kids figure that out (or do i). that's how i treated the father's of the girls i dated when i was younger: with repect, did what they asked, and spoke to them. they loved me to death, if only they knew what i was doing to their daughters. just kidding.
Respect, obediance, and communications will take you far.
It was kind of funny the way it happened. I thiknk he was making me watch so that I could learn all of the little things and when he finally got tired of me insisting, he must've said, "go ahead, I forgot you're 14 and know everything" He stood back and crossed his arms while I got to work, and let me tell you, I don't know if the old man ever laughed harder than that day. He made sure I was ok, and told me to disconnect the battery, I let him finish, seeing as how I was shaking and couldn't find my wrench anymore (still haven't) and now I ask him to be there everytime (just a son/dad thing now). The first time I was on my own, he tossed me a haynes manual and told me to have the entire brake system done by the time he got back. I was scared to death, going from 'not allowed to touch the car' to 'make sure this thing will stop' was a huge jump, and I'm proud to say, my first time on front disc/rear drum, the whole thing worked like a charm. Give it time campspecial, you'll be happier later, and probably know more.