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Saving $$ Wallace Style

The thud was loud and came while I was turning left onto Foothills Drive on Thursday. I continued on to the grocery store hoping that another vehicle hadn't kicked up a stone or thrown something at my Jeep.  No damage was found when I got into the parking lot, so the noise remained a mystery until I headed home. The rush of fresh air surprised me as I slowed for a traffic light. I looked over my shoulder to see the rear passenger window sliding down without benefit of the little control switch. Rats!  I saw dollar signs float out the disabled window.

I notified my trusty husband of the problem, and he inspected the window upon arrival at home. He proceeded to the computer to research spontaneous sliding windows in Jeeps. Apparently it was one of those "known" issues with the Jeep Liberty. Sigh! The bill to fix it at the dealership was a whopping $400. This would not do. It would not do at all. After getting the necessary part from the dealer on Friday, he made plans to fix the window Saturday. He watched the YouTube video on making the repair, and he got detailed instructions from the mechanic at the dealership. The mechanic was even kind enough to print off the directions with pictures.

I am happy to report that my husband is a genius!  He took the door apart, extricated the broken cable on the window's power mechanism and put it all back together with a new cable. It works perfectly, smoothly, beautifully. There are no leftover parts either and it only took about two hours. The most beautiful news is that we saved $375. We can have so much more fun with that money than handing it over for a car repair.  Thanks to a helpful mechanic, YouTube DIY videos, and an amazing husband who bravely tackles repairs of all kinds, we handily saved a bunch of cash. It's the Wallace way. 





Comments

Debbie R said…
Excellent! My sweet hubby is also a genius with all sorts of home appliances and things electrical. We just love that sweet sound of folding money staying in our wallet.
Don't you just love that? It's wonderful to have husbands who are so handy and resourceful.
JD said…
So reminds me of Bill! It was so great to have someone who could fix things so easily! I think I even remember him fixing the same thing on one of OUR car windows...without the benefit of the internet to boot!!

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