My husband and I noticed something odd whole in our truck and upon inspection he saw the problem (broken bolt on a strut-thing, I think). So he decided to fix it, do the front brakes, and also noticed the CV axles needed to be replaced. I really don’t know auto stuff but he does. He called about for the parts, the bolts, etc and I had to drive ip to Enfield, 30 minutes away for something. Then I fet home and he needs me to go to Chicopee, MA (45 minutes) to get parts. It’s all good. We even worked it all around me being able to train in the morning.
Anyway, apparently the passenger side CV thing is a bear to get off. He’s whacking it with a hammer, every wedge implement, later has me holding the part up while he banged on it (between me doing laundry and making pumpkin bread). 😫
He was at it all day and finally called it a day. This morning we’re up and he’s at it again and I ask, do uou think you’ll get it off ☹️. He says, I have to.
Maybe 30 minutes in, I’m in the bathroom and he knocks on the door. “Can I open the door and I promise I won’t look!” I say,…ok.
He opens the door and in comes that old CV axle part.
I was so incredibly happy 🤣😂 I said OMG that’s amazing 🤩.
And that’s why he’s a real man 🥹😂
Honestly, I am so happy. Sure, I can learn all the part of the truck, eventually learn what needs to be fixed but I don’t have the years of experience and problem-solving and the strength of a man who just does man stuff.