A tribute to my father and the industry which helped us grow

[shadow79]

I remember those hot summer vacation days when I used to go with my father to the workshop where I would get him the tools which he would ask me to bring while he would be working his magic under the car to make that car back in working order sometimes the light wouldn't be working or sometimes the battery wouldn't be charging and other times it wouldn't even start

I used to see people of all walks some in kandora some in pant shirt and others in kamis salwar but all had one thing in common they had some sort of problem with their cars

I used to see how people would be happy when they used to come and collect their cars when it was done

It was one of my fondest memories that my father would call the hotel guys to bring Pepsi or Coke and tea for him and we used to sit and enjoy that while he sweet talked to me about which car I liked and loved to drive when I grow up

Seeing back I understand that my father is a man of steel tirelessly working sometimes late into the night while I would be home sound asleep providing us with everything we needed 

Now that we have grown up and I can really see that I can never take his place yet all I can do is try...

 

 

 

 

[Srikumar]

A very well written and heartfelt tribute.

[Gaurav]

It's a great tribute to your father and to the mechanic or workshop owners who literally bring smile and satisfaction to every car owners with their magical hands. It's a very dependable profession who help car owners when they are distress, fix their cars to perfection (only professionals) which in turn take care of the car owner and their family.

Car repair or maintenance industry is highly underestimated here with the influx of cheap and replaceable labour, that leaves them without any actual appreciation - most of the time. Instead, people fight to cut every single dirham from poor man bill and happily get themselves ripped at the dealership.

[Barry]

Big love to all our fathers, grandfathers, uncles, and all the people who taught us what we know. 

My father started his life as a mechanic too but progressed to running the garage after a couple of years, long before I was even a sperm or a dirty thought in his mind. 

I grew up in the mountains in Ireland. If you weren’t into football, there wasn’t much else to do. And I hated football. So I got into cars. Scrap cars were cheap so I used to buy what I could afford and race it round the fields until it died. My father showed me how to repair them. We built a few go karts together and he taught me about engineering and fabricating custom parts. These days he’s more likely to call me and ask me about computer diagnostics for his car, but without that man, I would have never got to the level where I am now.