Women Who Know Nothing About Cars – Picture Is Worth 1000 Words

[RumpoleParticipant 994]

When I attended Electronics Technician school at Great Lakes in 1975, there was a story about a sailor who learned that his wife was cheating on him. One day, he tied his wife to the bed, inserted a soldering iron in her vagina, and plugged it in.
OUCH!

[McQuadeParticipant 135]

Remember i told you – when the spanner light comes on, time for a service, book it in.

Months later – this spanner light has been on for a long time, what does that mean?

You have missed 2 services. Do I have to micro manage everything? It’s your car you drive everyday.

Uncunted

[McQuadeParticipant 135]

Spanner = wrench in australia

Uncunted

[Anonymous 42]

McQuade wrote:

Spanner = wrench in australia

Same in the USA. These are my favorite and I use them all the time! Open-end/ box swivel ratchet spanner wrench to be precise.

[SolidParticipant 7520]

Knights Templar Rising wrote:

Most women I know can’t even tell a brand of car

They don’t know but they can smell 10 miles away if it is an expensive car or not !

Gargamel wrote:

hitman wrote:

that’s not a soldering iron,
it’s a DILDO.
she’s supposed to put it up her VAGINA.
the hot tip will be incredible…

Good one brother !!!! LOL !!!! The whole room will be infected with the burned tuna smell for years, is like a chemical weapon !

[Anonymous 42]

Loud t~~~ tickling exhaust pipes is what real women like! About 4,200 rpm. 4 stroke and about 6,800 two stroke.

The right harmonics and they’re squirming around and dripping like a snail sitting on a Marshall amplifier with a good amount of distortion and reverb playing Crazy Train!

[Anonymous 54]

My Brothers wife( hes a mechanic) toasted an engine . The oil pressure light had been on for a while.

She was waiting for a voice to come on, and tell her what to do.

My Brother is a patient Man.

[ViciouscunningtreacherousParticipant 823]

Perfect post. True story follows.
I managed a service station and was lead mechanic whilst in college. One day, rather slow, a pumpkin rolled into the islands and opened her hood. One of my guys went over to offer assistance. I was leaning against the doorway to my office watching the whole thing. He asks her if she needs any help. She replies in that defiant bitch tone; “just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I don’t know about cars. I read the book on it so I know what I’m doing!” The attendant walks away looking at me and I’m smirking. She smiles up at me and says ” it’s just low on coolant, the light is on in the dash panel.’ She then proceeds to open the filler cap…on the valve cover of the engine and fill that f~~~er right up with water!

I said nothing.

She shuts the hood and with that preening satisfied look of EMPOWERMENT on her face she gets back in, starts up and drives down the road with a stream of chocolate pudding coming from the crankcase vent system.

Don’t know how far she got…dont care.

Woman. Man. Fish. Bicycle.

For in much wisdom is much grief, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow.

[Anonymous 42]

Anonymous wrote:

My Brothers wife( hes a mechanic) toasted an engine . The oil pressure light had been on for a while.

She was waiting for a voice to come on, and tell her what to do.

My Brother is a patient Man.

I’ve saved a few engines that were low on oil with a burnt out sending unit or bulb, they can’t hear the tappets clacking without the necessary cushion of oil. First thing to start crying. My mom drives them until they blow, then blames it on my farther for not checking the oil, in a woman’s mind she can’t be blamed for anything!

RAP-RAP-RAP-RAP-RAP-RAP-RAP-RAP-RAP- SMOKED!

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