Can’t Change a Tire
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There was nothing more dumbfounding to me, than as a police officer/supervisor, getting my uniform dirty changing a tire for a 30 year old in a military uniform who had no clue how to change his tire. I had no problems helping women and old people. I even took great joy helping woman change tires as their husbands stood by just watching. A few times it was interesting with different models that had panels to take off and devices to release tires. But easy to read in the owners manual…
Heck I don’t know how many tires I changed, including on patrol vehicles driving through new housing areas picking up nails every few weeks at times in the summer.
But unless in a rush, I pay for road side service on my vehicles.
Heck I don’t know how many tires I changed, including on patrol vehicles driving through new housing areas picking up nails every few weeks at times in the summer.
But unless in a rush, I pay for road side service on my vehicles.
Fishkiller
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Cars today have no spare as the drivers know not how to change one. Couple of years ago we had a meeting with a potential client. Big bucks involved. Me and thd boss their sales guy missing. He shows up after meeting is over, had a flat and waiting on AAA. Boss and I closed the deal. He cleaned out his desk tne following week and I got a raise.
Another time a gal fl as ga me down on the interstate. She had a flat and needed help. I get the flat off and spare on. Putting Jack aw as y when the soy boy gets out of car where he was sleeping in back seat. I rolled the tire into the ditch and told him to go get it. Girl laughed, asked where I was headed and met me there and bought me a few drinks. Best part she made soy boy pay for his own
Another time a gal fl as ga me down on the interstate. She had a flat and needed help. I get the flat off and spare on. Putting Jack aw as y when the soy boy gets out of car where he was sleeping in back seat. I rolled the tire into the ditch and told him to go get it. Girl laughed, asked where I was headed and met me there and bought me a few drinks. Best part she made soy boy pay for his own
After tire rotation/balancing or replacement, I try to remember to loosen the lug nuts when I get home. Then torque them.
Like some others, I have had instances where an impact wrench almost would not remove the lug nut it was so over-torqued at the shop.
Like some others, I have had instances where an impact wrench almost would not remove the lug nut it was so over-torqued at the shop.
One of my mom's proudest achievements was winning the tire changing contest at the Air Force base where she worked. Her normal job was working in the shop that rebuilt electric motors off airplanes. Every year there was a big public event and part of the festivities included a tire change against the clock. Someone from the motor pool always won until one year mom decided to enter.
Damn shame I can't remember her time. She never forgot it, though.
It tickles me to think of my teenaged mom sitting in a driver's seat, waiting for the whistle to jump out and change a tire as fast as she could.
So while it fell to my dad to teach me to change tires, mom taught me how to rebuild starter motors. She could have easily handled both tasks.
Damn shame I can't remember her time. She never forgot it, though.
It tickles me to think of my teenaged mom sitting in a driver's seat, waiting for the whistle to jump out and change a tire as fast as she could.
So while it fell to my dad to teach me to change tires, mom taught me how to rebuild starter motors. She could have easily handled both tasks.
I met my wife back in our street racing days, that girl would hustle a kid for his last $7. We would spend weekends working on others' cars for the mod money to put into ours. Mostly heads, cam, headers 'packages' that were so popular at the time. She'd take one side of the engine bay, I'd take the other. Friday night we'd tear down to the shortblock, clean up for dinner, and Saturday morning button it back up and deliver. But of all her talents, one of them is NOT keeping clean. Head to toe, I swear there'd be more grease on her than left on the car. 
Texasgordo
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Y'all are a real version of the Fast and the FuriousI met my wife back in our street racing days, that girl would hustle a kid for his last $7. We would spend weekends working on others' cars for the mod money to put into ours. Mostly heads, cam, headers 'packages' that were so popular at the time. She'd take one side of the engine bay, I'd take the other. Friday night we'd tear down to the shortblock, clean up for dinner, and Saturday morning button it back up and deliver. But of all her talents, one of them is NOT keeping clean. Head to toe, I swear there'd be more grease on her than left on the car.
You haven't?
Funny story about F&F. The day the original movie opened we contacted the theater on 290, and had a dozen'ish muscle cars parked up on the big apron in front of the ticket windows. We were of course excited about a movie that was performance and street racing related, but not quite so happy that it ultimately launched the ricer years. Every kid with a Civic suddenly thought he could hang with a Camaro. When that didn't work, he'd go buy the biggest wing and muffler he could find, only to lose even worse.
Worse is it brought a bunch of really bad attention to the street racing scene, and you started seeing drinking, broken bottles, people doing donuts in intersections, idiots weaving in and out of traffic and calling it "racing", and all that other nonsense. We were at the big Houston bust the night they blocked everyone in near Brittmore Rd. with a couple dozen cops, the helicopter, etc. Cops show up and people start scattering like cockroaches, driving through ditches, climbing in culverts, generally just freaking out. Back up a bit, shortly after we arrived the nonsense started, so we tucked the cars back between some semi trailers so if one of those knuckleheads got too out of shape, we had a chance of not getting whacked. Our plan was to wait for the crap to calm down and make our way out of there, but the bust happened before that opportunity. Anyway, cops start walking around to talk to everyone, and he asks if we were doing any racing that night. Laughing, I was like "You know we weren't, y'all have been out here watching this bullsh&t. Just waiting until we could make it out of here without getting in a wreck." He smiles back and says no worries, we'll get you out of here when we can. They just logged everyone's DL on the way out and that was that.
Worse is it brought a bunch of really bad attention to the street racing scene, and you started seeing drinking, broken bottles, people doing donuts in intersections, idiots weaving in and out of traffic and calling it "racing", and all that other nonsense. We were at the big Houston bust the night they blocked everyone in near Brittmore Rd. with a couple dozen cops, the helicopter, etc. Cops show up and people start scattering like cockroaches, driving through ditches, climbing in culverts, generally just freaking out. Back up a bit, shortly after we arrived the nonsense started, so we tucked the cars back between some semi trailers so if one of those knuckleheads got too out of shape, we had a chance of not getting whacked. Our plan was to wait for the crap to calm down and make our way out of there, but the bust happened before that opportunity. Anyway, cops start walking around to talk to everyone, and he asks if we were doing any racing that night. Laughing, I was like "You know we weren't, y'all have been out here watching this bullsh&t. Just waiting until we could make it out of here without getting in a wreck." He smiles back and says no worries, we'll get you out of here when we can. They just logged everyone's DL on the way out and that was that.
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Same except I was about 17 and the car belonged to my girlfriend's grandmother. She always went to the local shop, I was going to impress her by taking care of it instead. She was not impressed.
Worked at a place that the company's engineer was a YouTube moron.
Had to go in, and straiten out his phrck-ups all the time.
That’s not ok. I cannot imagine someone in uniform not being able to have the mechanical aptitude to figure out in caveman logic: car must be lifted. Fasteners must come off studs. Tire come off!
This country is in trouble.
It’s called taking off your coat, roll up your sleeves and not waiting for AAA. That’s how you make your meeting not sitting around with your thumb up your ass waiting for someone to come change your tire. I did mine on a one ton truck. Standard meats.
