I’m not afraid to admit it, I love it. More than any human should probably. As I sit in the shop at 8pm on a Saturday evening, right as I finished cleaning up, I sit down and think to myself – “Self, why are you working until 8pm on a Saturday evening? Particularly when you aren’t even open on the weekend?”. The only answer is, I just truly love fixing Volkswagens.
You see, we woke up this morning and started making coffee at home. Today, we were going to stay home because we had spent so much time here these past few weeks getting set up. Truth be told, I can’t even remember why we stopped making coffee there and decided to drink coffee over here (keep in mind, we live 0.4 miles from the shop – we walk/bicycle over here, so it’s really just a home away from home). Regardless, we came over here, brewed a fresh pot, and just kinda breathed a bit and relaxed. We reviewed the (short) first week, what we liked and didn’t like about it, and planned different processes and such that we wanna implement. Then, at some point early in the afternoon as we were debating our plans for the day, something magical happened. A flatbed pulled into our parking lot with a Volkswagen on the back. Now, don’t take that the wrong way – we love fixing cars. All cars. That’s why we’re here, that’s what we do. But, I spent 17 professional years wrenching on nothing but those pesky German cars so I got particularly excited when I saw one coming to me. My first VW in my own shop. I hadn’t wrenched on a VW in almost 5 weeks at this point, so I definitely missed the familiarity and the crazy engineering that I’ve grown so fond of.
Karie continued talking about dinner, my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about what it might be. What I might get to do. I was like a kid in a candy store, it was awesome. I waited maybe 2-3 minutes before I ran out the door to greet the driver and find out what was going on. Long story (and future blog post) short, 5 hours later, the car is 95% fixed (missing a couple parts that won’t be here until Monday) and I finally got to wrench on a VW again.
With that said – I better take my wife out to (a late) dinner before she discovers my secret love affair with a quirky German car brand and starts second guessing my sanity.