My Dad was a jack-of-all-trades. He was a precision welder; trust me the man COULD weld! We never called a repairman for anything. EVER. From plumbing to cars, the man could fix everything. Oh my gosh, when it came to cars the man was a genius. I swear, he may have been a mean S.O.B but the man could take the worst car on the road and make it purr like a kitten.  My Dad kept cars running wayyyyyyy past their prime. I never stressed about car maintenance, my Dad was my ‘car guy’. But, now days I don’t have that luxury. Now I have to research and plan. Because…