There is a deep satisfaction in troubleshooting and fixing a car that won't start all by yourself, even if it's something relatively simple like replacing a broken fuel pump on an old VW engine.
It must be the tangibility. I've fixed countless computers over the years, but they rarely provide the same sense of accomplishment. Maybe it's because I take tech skills for granted, or maybe it's the visceral sense that this quiet engine that was dead now growls and is alive.
