When I was a teenager, working on your own car was the norm. Today’s kids probably don’t even know how to open the hood, let alone know how to do an oil change or even swap out windshield wipers.
This kid drove a little '67 Opel Kadett at school. One day he called me from a gas station the other side of Phoenix and said his car had quit on him while driving down the freeway and could I come pick him up.
When I got to the gas station, I asked what had happened to the car. He said the gas station had towed it back to their mechanic. The engine had seized up. It had no oil in it. He had driven the car without putting oil in it at all and it just finally overheated and ground to a halt. He said the mechanic told him it probably would need a new engine.
I asked him what he was going to do about it. He told the mechanic that he could keep the car and do what he wanted with it.
He said his dad would just buy him a new one. And he did.
NOW THAT'S SPOILED! :-)
Our daughter’s friend came to live with us the summer after high school graduation. Her clunker would barely get down the road and she was clueless about opening the hood. Hubby taught her to do simple maintenance on it.
Our teenage great-nephews are clueless about anything outside a foot around their phones. They’ve never been made to do anything. For starters they aren’t allowed to play outside so they are afraid of bugs, stickers and fresh air. Of course, they’re also afraid of riding a bike.