I can find a little bit of it if I try. Yesterday I struggled for almost an hour and a half to replace one front shock on a Jeep TJ, the easiest front shock I know of. This morning I knocked the second one out in less than half an hour, and had to take the air filter box off to do it.
Helps when you remember what wrench where and how to apply it – repetition is the reason dealership wrenches can make flat rate – and I did remember to soak the nuts before I left yesterday. So while yesterday everything that could go wrong did go wrong and the universe was clearly plotting against me, today it was just “three bolts off, three bolts on, put your tools away.”
Then I took the Jeep for a bumpy ride, driving much too fast in hope that if anything was going to shake loose it’d do it on my watch, and at the top of a blind hill I literally had to swerve to avoid crashing into the Jeep’s actual owners. What are the chances they’d be on their way home in that one spot in the desert at that one moment? Uncle Murphy gives me no respect. No respect at all.
Didja hit ’em?
If not, Uncle Murphy DOES respect you.
Crashing into the owners of the Jeep you were fixing as a favour during a test drive, could be seen as a social faux pas.