Not sure if manly at all, but ..... We took the Outback into the mechanic (good friend) for an inspection and to check the brakes (grinding). He called to tell me the brakes were bad (knew that), tires were shot (was hoping to stretch them to September), and ball joints were really sloppy (didn't know that), and all together it was going to cost me $1600. He was feeling rather bad, so I reassured him "Terry I trust your judgement, so go ahead and do the work". I'd normally do the brakes myself, but just had knee surgery recently so figuring the work we're getting done ..... it's cheap. We out right own it, so I figure it's a lot cheaper than car payments. I don't mind spending the money on a good investment.
I feel your pain, but agree that keeping a good, paid for vehicle running is smart. In March I dropped $2400 to have head work done on my Tacoma. It’s 24yrs old, but a desirable 4x4 that I’ve owned since day one and know the whole history..............which has been nothing but respect and servicing. So I hated dumping money into it, but it’s got another 250K Miles in it at least, so I had to bite the bullet.
I stared at a wall all day, doing firewatch. Welder on the other side doing pickup work. About to start getting overtime pay, since we've been working 9.5 hr shifts. It's all in a day's work as a boilermaker, working on refitting a U.S. Navy destroyer. Some days are easy, some aren't. This is one of the easy ones. If my grandfather was still alive, he would appreciate the irony. He served on a destroyer, the USS Melvin, during WW2, and became a plumber and pipefitter after the war. I became a welder, then a fitter-welder, then a pipefitter, and now a boilermaker, then wound up working on a Navy destroyer. Feels almost like I'm living his life in reverse. Just to be clear, I work at a repair shipyard, I'm not a member of the armed forces. My grandfather was not one to discuss his experience during the war, and the few details I do know come second-hand. He wouldn't read any books while deployed, as he didn't want to die with a book half read. He and his shipmates were convinced they wouldn't survive the war, (They did in fact, survive). He did mention that he got in quite a bit of trouble for leaving his assigned fire lane to shoot down a Japanese kamikaze, and he had nightmares for years after the war, waking up, thinking he was on the ship again. I looked up the ship's battle record, and his ship was involved in some of the fiercest and deadliest campaigns in the Pacific.
Having to let go of $1,600 would turn me into unmanly, waterworks and all. My mascara would be running everywhere...
Then you'd have get manly again by wiping your tears with 60 grit sand paper and chase down a 400lb caribou with a pocket knife for dinner.
I got a neat haircut. The babe made me look a little older, which is good. This cut would have looked funny during Woodstock, but do I care? No.