Why can't women fix cars?

[Temptress_1960]

Do you know...

The quickest way to get a boyfriend or husband to do a little job, such as putting up curtain fixtures, for example, is to ask sweetly, "Honey, can I use your hammer (drill, saw, wrench, whatever tool will do)?"
He will suspiciously ask, "Why?"
And you say, "So I can (you fill it in)."
Immediately, in defense of his toys - I mean, tools - he will perform the required repair.
Then, of course, you heap lots of praise upon your manly hero, making both of you happy. Which is more fun for me than doing it myself.

 

[jcgirl]

Who says we cant? Most just dont wanna

 

[teresafannin]

I can do the basic stuff, but I don't enjoy doing it. I am not real mechanical anyway, it is taking a lot for me to learn the tech stuff I have to do at work. My dad was an engineer & my son was very mechanical. My fiancee can also do the basic stuff, but for anything big, I take the truck in. I have a good warranty & keep up the regular scheduled maintenance.

 

[Comshaw]

A few little tidbits of info for all ya'll.
Motor Magazine did a survey 4 years ago. In the early 70's a mechanic's technical library consisted of 5000 pages and the reading level of that library was about grade nine. As of 1996 a mechanic's technical library consisted of 50,000 pages and was growing at 5,000 pages a year.
As of the 1999 model year, the average car on the road had more raw computing power then the Apollo lander that went to the moon.
Cars are no longer the simple systems of yesteryear. Now a "technician" has to not only know the mechanical end of things but the electronic. The new car's don't even have a distributor!
So how many of you out there knows how that little lighted box in front of you works? Who can put in and configure a serial port card? A modem? What is a USB port? What's the difference between a sipp a simm and a dimm?
Technical things are all around us. It's the age of specialist. This is one job a computer will never take over.
Comshaw the Mechanic

 

[forgetunome]

Comshaw...

too true!! When I talked about helping my dad rebuild motors it of course was the old fashioned gas carburetor, no computerization on it! Wouldn't have a clue with the new fangled stuff! Everything has to be analyzed by some computer! LOL! Next they will have MRI's for autos!!

 

[CelestialBody]

 

[Laurel]

Because we have other, better things to do, Deborah dear.

I can change my oil, though I don't anymore. Let the Jiffy Lube guys have their fun. I like to drop my car off their, then run and hide at the La Salsa next door. I sit by a window so I can watch the dude working on my car walk around looking for me with my perfectly good air filter in his hands, so he can try to con me into buying a new one.

My first car was a '71 Maverick, banana yellow. I bought it from a Hispanic dude for $150...the stares I used to get, a small blonde chick in a yellow vatomobile with a Y99 bumper sticker. (That's a Mexican radio station, for those not from these parts). My dad helped me put a new radiator in it - he bought the parts, then stood by with a beer in his hand yelling at me. That car had a REAL engine. No computers, no power windows, power brakes, or power steering. I'd pull my back out trying to make a quick turn. Heater didn't work, either. Brakes were pretty bad, too.

I'm an awful mechanic - I should not be allowed to open the hood of a car. Ever. Engines scare the shit out of me, especially when they're running. I once melted the poles of a friend's battery when I tried to give em a jump and accidentally reversed the cables. I'm lucky I didn't melt more than the battery. I also got my finger caught in the rusty fan blade once - ended up with a decent-sized piece of it embedded in my finger. That was fun to pull out. My dad's one of those guys who's never taken a car into the shop, never owned a car he couldn't fix himself. I don't think he ever forgave me for being such a car-fool. I think he always wanted a son.

Flagg - please come back. Don't make me beg, hun. Deborah misses you. Terribly. So does Dixon. They won't admit it, but I know the truth.