I’ve been into cars recently, and I learn best by DOING. But brown girl+car is an oxymoron to a brown dad: my perfect feminine daughter and…masculine cars? Nuh uh. Not going to happen. After years of messing up my cars and asking men for help, I wanted to learn the basics myself. How unfortunate for me that I’m a brown girl because my father would shake his head whenever I tried to ask him questions about cars. He’d act condescending too, using complicated reasoning possibly hoping I would give up. I did give up…asking him.
But I decided that I would take things into my own hands when my dad flat out refused to show me how to change oil. My plan became to stop asking my reluctant, discouraging dad to teach me. Instead, I would buy my own cheap, easy-to-work-on car that runs so I can learn the basics myself. And who cares if I ruined the car? It would be super cheap, so I wouldn’t feel bad if it got destroyed. I wanted to learn how to change a tire, change oil, measure oil levels, tire pressure, know what all the light symbols were on the dashboard – just all the basics! And, now that I have my truck, that’s exactly what I’m doing! I now know what all the stuff on the dashboard are for, and I just changed my oil yesterday!
And it’s not like I’m alone. Now that I’m in the car game, I found my own little network of car peers and friends. My boss and I are now able to chat about my truck every week. I’m happy to discover that my car journey has started on the right footing.