Quotes About Mechanic

Never trust a mechanic who drives new cars. They're either charging too much money for their work, or they can't keep an old car running - maybe both.

The painter is, as to the execution of his work, a mechanic; but as to his conception and spirit and design he is hardly below even the poet.

The mechanic could lift up the bonnet of the car and show me four dwarves strapped to a pair of tandems and tell me that the motor was actually dwarf-powered and that one of the little fellows had to be replaced, and I'd just be numbly writing out a cheque and scribbling 'new dwarf - car' on the stub.

He was a bitter little misanthrope but good with a spanner.

I was always quite good at fixing and working with cars. My dad's always dealt cars, and I've always been brought up around them. They're one of the things I've always been interested in.

There is an immense amount to be learned simply by tinkering with things. It is not possible to learn from books how everything is made—and a real mechanic ought to know how nearly everything is made. Machines are to a mechanic what books are to a writer. He gets ideas from them, and if he has any brains he will apply those ideas.

I've always loved old hot rods. I have four or five of them at home that I work on when I'm not working out.

Dad was a bus driver, and when he finished work he would repair cars.

My friends and neighbors were always fixing their cars. Soldiers who felt restless wanted to work on something, and they understood cars. Me, I like to look at cars but I was never really a mechanic.

I was a mechanic in the Navy. And mechanics in the Navy are like mechanics in airlines. You may have more stripes than I do, but you don't know how to fix the airplane.

My first car was an '84 Ford Taurus. It caught on fire from me trying to change the fuel pump, so that wasn't good at all. Dried leaves on the ground while I was trying to change the fuel pump. Don't do that. Do it on concrete.

I worked my way through art school as an auto mechanic, doing various stuff including sanding bodywork and using Bondo filler.

fisherman had to be a combination biologist, meteorologist, mechanic and mariner. Their livelihood, their very lives, depended on their store of practical knowledge.

Derek turned out to be spectacularly good at fixing cars, and he cured the Casson one almost immediately with the simple but highly effective addition of gasoline.

When I was little, I used to work with my dad on the engine of his car. Mostly this was a matter of me handing him wrenches.

I studied to be a car mechanic. That was my plan B. Servicing cars and changing tyres in Finland.

I was in the oil business for a while--gas and oil, check the tires.

You might be a redneck if there are four or more cars up on blocks in the front yard.

A racing horse is not like a machine. It has to be tuned up like a racing car.

Papa was no longer fixing a carburetor: he was setting up a greasy little Cuban missile base smack-dab in the middle of Mama's immaculate Washington, D.C. It was a flagrant act of war.

My job, always, was to hand him tools as he called for them and to hold the worklight, a bare bulb in an aluminum cage. It might have been different had I cared what a piston was, or were I interested in the proper consistency of cement. As it was, I never asked, and he never offered. Rather, I'd just stand there, my arm outstretched like a lawn jockey's.

Yes, I am a quantum mechanic! Those darn quantum computers break all the time.

Me and the Blue Beetle kick ass. In a four-cylinder kind of way, but it still gets kicked.

Go into the auto mechanic, you've got to know computers to be able to work on the cars.