We feel safe when we’re loved by a man who can change a tire, change a diaper, drive a tractor, and kill people.
That used to describe most American men in the 1940’s. These days they can’t even change a tire.
I’ve changed a tire before, and as often as I’ve thought various other people should be killed, that should make women hot. Other people may be too wilted to hang all the barstards that deserve it, but I’m not.
The real problem, as I see it with changing a tire, is that the lug wrenches nowadays are these little bitty things that don’t offer much torque, especially against machine-tightened nuts. With the one tire that I successfully changed, the lug wrench was a nice, four-handled item that offered plenty of torque, so loosening the nuts was easy-peasy Jap-a-nese-y.
I changed that tire on July 4, 2006. There would be no shops open on THAT day. The lady at a gas station let me use part of her parking area to do it, too. I was loyal to that gas station for ages afterward. :-)
I have a level driveway, too, so I could probably change my own oil if necessary, assuming a modern automobile is built like the older ones. My cousin-in-law showed me how to do that one while I was in college. :-)
How’s this one for the ladies? I went running today. Was hoping to do four miles in one run, but I tripped and fell after about 3.4 miles. Many cuts, but I walked a little while, and after ascertaining that the wounds were superficial, I resumed running for another 0.65 miles to get that 4 in. Happy Thanksgiving, ladies.
I’ve actually driven a riding mower before when I was a kid. My grandpa showed me how to work the clutch and the gears, and he was admittedly riding with me, but I have some idea. But that was back in the 1970s. Who knows how complicated the new ones are nowadays.
Hah!
Wifey dislikes my tractor driving....