Meet an educated guy who fiddles with vehicles for a living. What's his dream car, dream job?
By JOHN REINAN
© St. Petersburg Times, published September 4, 2002
CLIFF DANA, 41
AUTOMOTIVE TECHNICIAN
PRECISION ENGINE INC., ST. PETERSBURG
I started when I was 17. It was a hobby, and then it became a job. I realized I had a knack for it.
I guess so. My dad owned a Shell station in Brooklyn, and I took apart a Volkswagen when I was 10. Just tore it down and stacked up all the parts. Around the same time, I got interested in radios. I've probably built 15 or 20 kit radios. I'm a ham radio operator, and I still build my own antennas.
I went to Ford school for five years while I was working for Ford. The rest has been on the job. I actually have a four-year degree in journalism, but there's no money in it.
The thing is, kids don't want to do this anymore. They don't want to do grubby work -- they want the glamor jobs. There's no new blood in the business. I have a strong suspicion that in 20 years, mechanics are going to be worth their weight in gold.
It's different, that's for sure. Your average car is a very complex item. You have to be a chemist, you have to be an electrician, you have to be a plumber. I mainly do fuel injection, electrical and computerized engine controls.
Yep. I've probably got about $30,000 worth of tools.
Snap-on and Matco are the best, but you can't just walk into a store and buy them. You have to go through a dealer.
I'm helping people. I think that's pretty much it. Look, when people come in here, they're ticked. Their car is broken down. They've got to spend money they didn't plan on spending. But when I get it fixed, the thank yous I get are well worth it.
It's hot and it's sweaty. The hazardous chemicals we face, that's another thing. And there's also a lack of respect. You can't be an idiot to do this job. And you can make good money -- you can make as much as a low-level corporate attorney. But people still look at you as a grease monkey. It's not a glamorous job.
It varies, but usually between $35,000 and $50,000 a year.
No, the hands never come clean. Even after a week of vacation, I've got grit and grime in places I didn't know I had.
Zep or Gojo Power Gold. When I was a kid, I used to rub myself raw with Lava.
I wanted to be a writer, I really did. I wanted to write and take pictures for National Geographic. I wanted to go to countries older than this one. I wanted to go to Tibet and take pictures of monks. I still write -- I write all the fliers for the shop and all our thank you letters and things like that.
Well, it's a truck. I want a 2001 Ford F-250 with a turbo diesel and four-wheel drive.
I drive a 1981 Ford van. My wife drives a 1973 Olds 98 Regency. I actually prefer the old cars -- there's less to go wrong.