You’re in college, probably broke, but lucky enough to own a car. Your maintenance light illuminates on the dash, you gasp, and a puff of dust comes out of your empty wallet. Why would you give any of your barely-existent money to some mechanics who will just jerk you around?
Why not do it yourself? You can do this. You like to think of yourself as a handy person. Remember that birdhouse you built in grade school? That was all you and your mom loved it. Car? Piece of cake.
Whoa there, champ. Let me…