Just for fun, I know everyone approaches projects/working on cars or whatever floats your boat a little different. Some just dive right in, some like to read the how-tos, some treat it like brain surgery. Who's who?
Me, ever since my teenage/military days I've been an interesting mechanic to watch work. I start off with a meticulously prepared work area, manual/documentation close at hand, nitrile gloves/mechanic gloves on, looking like I kinda have my shit together.
About halfway through the job, things are a little less organized, tools slightly scattered, I have a random swath of grease/dirt/brake dust on my forehead despite having never touched my face, if I'm still wearing gloves they have a couple of fingertips torn off.
At this point, one of two things happen.
A. Things proceed steadily, work gets done, I go inside and shower.
B. Something is being stubborn/rusted/seized/stripped/otherwise a pain in my ass, I start cursing creatively and loudly, tools are usually thrown in all directions. When said offending problem is dealt with/removed I will take a moment to toss it across the yard before assaulting it with abusive language and a hammer. I then drink a beer, and put the car back together.
Every time my neighbors see me setting up to work on a car, I'm sure it's like watching Nascar: you never hope for a crash, but they're so damned entertaining you kinda hope all Hell breaks loose for comedic value. Even I don't know why I start off brainy and technical, and desintegrate into a vitriolic redneck.