some sedan. I got to a point where I
could do a basic service on a car by
myself, and often I did. Abel would
say, “That Honda. Minor service.”
And I’d get under the hood. Day in
and day out. Points, plugs,
condensers, oil filters, air filters.
Install new seats, change tires, swap
headlights, fix taillights. Go to the
parts shop, buy the parts, back to
the workshop. Eleven years old, and
that was my life. I was falling
behind in school. I wasn’t getting
anything done. My teachers used to
come down on me.
“Why aren’t you doing your
homework?”