So today I went over to my coworker’s house to help him work on his car. For some strange reason, many men take pleasure in working on cars. They’re often difficult, inducing fits of swearing and throwing heavy objects. I often wind up invoking MacGyverisms to perhaps fix a problem in a not entirely orthodox way.
Needless to say, given the best of our efforts, we failed in our effort to replace the inner and outer tie rods on his Passat. Damn Volkswagens and their overly complicated front suspensions. Cars are more trouble than they are worth.
So yeah, I’m going back to RTCW. We tried our best!