Extra torture is talking to people like this while daring to be female!
I’ve literally had men tell me that my car, that I am driving, is a) just a completely different car with a body kit, b) a kit car, c) illegal to use on the road, d) a gas guzzler because it’s a V8, e) cool because it was in Back to the Future
The car in question? An old and bone stock Dodge Daytona, which is none of those things.
I’m not that into or familiar with cars, but I can do what I consider the basics: replacing lightbulbs/wipers, changing oil, changing tires, jumping/replacing a battery, etc. I moved to a new country with a different language, where very few people do their own auto work.
I’m a woman who doesn’t know any of the vernacular for mechanical issues, and so they just completely ignore me. My husband seems like he might be into cars, but he was astonished when I changed his headlight for him while we were dating. Now we just go together. They only talk to him, but I make the decisions (he used to pay €200 for the headlight replacement, which he considers normal and which I find profoundly overpriced- I won’t do my own brakes, because I don’t want my last thought to be about how I shouldn’t have done my own brakes, but it’s very easy to figure out if you did the light right).
Oh my dog, yes.
Extra torture is talking to people like this while daring to be female!
I’ve literally had men tell me that my car, that I am driving, is a) just a completely different car with a body kit, b) a kit car, c) illegal to use on the road, d) a gas guzzler because it’s a V8, e) cool because it was in Back to the Future
The car in question? An old and bone stock Dodge Daytona, which is none of those things.
I’m not that into or familiar with cars, but I can do what I consider the basics: replacing lightbulbs/wipers, changing oil, changing tires, jumping/replacing a battery, etc. I moved to a new country with a different language, where very few people do their own auto work.
I’m a woman who doesn’t know any of the vernacular for mechanical issues, and so they just completely ignore me. My husband seems like he might be into cars, but he was astonished when I changed his headlight for him while we were dating. Now we just go together. They only talk to him, but I make the decisions (he used to pay €200 for the headlight replacement, which he considers normal and which I find profoundly overpriced- I won’t do my own brakes, because I don’t want my last thought to be about how I shouldn’t have done my own brakes, but it’s very easy to figure out if you did the light right).