I finished dinner. No sign of the Mexican. I poked my head into the garage. I said, "Hey... what are you doing? Dinner is ready." He replied, "I'm working on something. I'll eat later."
Normally I would have investigated that answer more but time was passing fast. I knew I did not have a minute to spare.
Once "Teresa" starts I like to sit back, relax, and lose myself in the novela. So, I fed my son and I. Put the Mexican's dinner in the microwave. Gave our son a bath and put on his pajamas. As I was cleaning up the kitchen I heard a loud VROOOOOM! "Oh my gosh! What was that?" Then again I heard several loud VROOM, VROOM, VROOOOOOMS!
I went into the gargage! There was smoke! and fumes! I thought, "Do I needed a gas mask to go any further?" "What are you doing? Oh my gosh! Open the gargage door!" After the smoke cleared...This is what I saw
When he brought this go-kart home, it would not crank. After working on it that night (i think he actually came in around midnight) it runs! Yay!
I guess he will paint it and put some new tires on it. At any rate our son thinks it is pretty cool.
I'm glad my husband likes to fix things. I just wish I could get him to fix the kitchen faucet. He loves "projects" just not mine!