These Are Your Best Stories Of Wrenching With Your Parents

I’m glad my question yesterday about working on cars with your parents brought back so many memories. I ask at least one question each weekend and I’m always excited to read the responses but this week was extra special. Here are a few of my favorites.

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I was never able to convince my parents to make any wild choices with their cars (though my dad will claim that my influence was a big factor in his ill-fated used Audi A8). Our friend over here might have had more luck managing to get those pipes on his mom’s old Panther. Way to go.

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It makes me happy to hear this story about a father-daughter team bonding over keeping her Mini going. I hope I can get my kids involved too once I’ve got some.

I’m honestly very impressed that this duo managed to stay sane while working on a ‘50s British car. Maybe the stories of all of the adventures that preceded the overhaul were enough to keep things light even in the midst of all that wiring work.

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Just like the Austin Healey above, it’s English engineering that brought this father-son team together. I’m not worried about my relationship with my dad, but if I were, I think getting something old and British would be exactly what we’d need to sort anything out. If the car runs by the end of it, that’d just be a bonus.

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It’s always great to hear from the esteemed commentariat this blog has cultivated. I love it when I can ask a question that brings out memories, opinions, or just raw emotion in all of you. Thank you all and please keep it up.

Max Finkel is a Weekend Contributor at Jalopnik.

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My dad and I wrenched all the time, even when I was so tiny I could hardly walk, my job was to hold the hubcap when he took off the wheel lugs (yes, just like the movie).

This bit him HARD when I was something like 7. He had an ancient Caddy and long story short, he managed to total it on the back of a Pinto without even scratching the Pinto during lunch (all it really needed was a bumper and a radiator, but it was ancient and worthless). As he ran back to work, he promised I could help him fix it. He should have told me WHEN I could help him.

He came back from work and found that every bolt I could reach on the car that could be taken out by a 7 year old was out and somewhere in the yard. It took him MONTHS to fix the car, about 2 hours for the radiator and bumper and the rest to find all the bolts I had taken out.

To my dad’s credit, he didn’t get mad at me.  He understood I was a kid and was trying to help.  I try (and fail) to do the same with my kids.