During my 18 years as a reporter and editor, I've written about a lot of different subjects: medical breakthroughs, scientific discoveries, environmental challenges, athletic accomplishments and daredevil feats.
But never once did I consider picking up a scalpel to perform surgery, or grabbing a bat to face Nolan Ryan.
But after a couple of years writing and editing articles about the automotive fixed ops industry, I'm now tempted to pick up a wrench and try to fix a problem on my kids' Jeep Wrangler.
After a recent Michigan snowstorm, one of the wipers froze to the windshield and stripped the splines. Only one wiper works now.
I realize it might not be particularly wise to tell a group of fixed ops folks I'm going to work on my own vehicle. It's kind of like telling the chef at your favorite restaurant you're going to start cooking at home or your barber that you're going to cut your own hair.
To be fair, I did try to take the Jeep to my l…