Thanks to Gideon MacLeish for the inspiration!
OK, I will admit it. I never was a car jock! I can change the oil, and thanks to my cousin, tune (basic) a car. But I never was into tweaking and tuning and that stuff.
But I am a guy. So somethings come naturally to me. I have drive a stick since I started driving. Never owned an Auto (except with wives), and I know what cars are supposed to sound like. I am "in-tune".
Back when I was first married to my now ex, all we had was my Toyota stick. She could not drive it (just to show you this is not a sexist blog, my sister drives 18 wheelers! So I know women can). I tried teaching her, but she would shift from 4th to 3rd while accelerating on an Interstate! (I said it was a Toyota!). My nerves were shot! But destiny called!
I was sent to California on a Business trip. just before I left, my Cousin asked if he could practice on my stick as his new job was driving a delivery van - stick!
Sure! Under one condition! You help my wife learn! No problem says he! I said hehe.
A week later (Christmas eve 1978 actually) I return, and my Aunt (My cousin's mother) picks me up at the airport and takes me to their house. My wife is there she says. Good! Besides, my Aunt always had a Christmas eve party, so no harm no foul!
We had some Egg nog (they did actually, cant stand the stuff!), and we had a good time, but as I had just red eyed from California, I wanted to go home to bed. So we parted early.
With joyful good-byes I took my wife and got into our car. Started it up, and drove down the corner. And stopped at the stop sign.
Skroiiiiinnkk! OMG! SO I ask her, how long has it been doing this?
Since you left....
And you did not get the brakes checked?
I did not know there was anything wrong......
HeyZeus and OMG, but cant a woman tell that a Skroiiiinnnk is not normal?
Apparently not! While I am car ignorant, it appears that the women in my life are more so! (let me tell you about my sister and some spilled oil on the engine and an hysterical "My car is ruined!")
O yea! No wonder guys are such car freaks. We have to be when we marry our wives!
(P.s. Brakes and rotors had to be replaced.)