The truck spare is removed by retrieving a number of thin rods from a compartment behind the front seat and screwing them together into a long rod with a handle at one end. Then you lie on your stomach and thread the rod through a hole in the bumper and into a hole on the side of the spare holder. Turning the handle unscrews the thing holding the tire up. There are scraped knees and hands and considerable cursing involved.
You never know if a girl's gonna say 'yes', or if she's gonna laugh in your face and pull out your still-beating heart and crush it into the ground with her heel.
Xander ,'Help'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Ginger - Dec 04, 2011 12:57:15 pm PST #9808 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
Strix - Dec 04, 2011 12:58:28 pm PST #9809 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Oh, yeah. Roadside assistance on THAT BS, Ginger.
Cass - Dec 04, 2011 1:03:34 pm PST #9810 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I have never changed a tire.
When my brother had to have a girlfriend change a flat tire for him, I made sure to learn tire changing. I thought that was awesome.
Of course, I'd spent a lot of time in race garages so the theoretical knowledge was likely already there. But I wanted to be able to do it if need be or if I could make someone reevaluate what "girls" could do.
Much like I changed my oil once and checked it off of the list.
Cass - Dec 04, 2011 1:05:26 pm PST #9811 of 30001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
OB apologises.
That is both awesome and a little creepy when I put my long name in there. I am going to try a nick and see if I can listen to the whole thing.
eta: I can totally listen to the whole thing when I don't get the "Edward Cullen watching you sleep" vibe from it. Well done, OB.
Ginger - Dec 04, 2011 1:12:13 pm PST #9812 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I have changed my own oil, but the second oil change places appeared that would change the oil for $10-$15 more than the retail price of the oil, I said "Hallelujah" and stopped.
Pix - Dec 04, 2011 1:18:52 pm PST #9813 of 30001
The status is NOT quo.
Power is back! Still no Internet or cable, but yay power!
Strix - Dec 04, 2011 1:26:36 pm PST #9814 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Woo, power!!!
I can change my own oil, but...no.
(If Dean was teaching me, I'd learn how to rebuild a freakin' engine, though!)
§ ita § - Dec 04, 2011 1:27:04 pm PST #9815 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I love how people *post* that they have no power or internet. That's so...now.
Here's to the rest of your stuff coming back, Kristin.
§ ita § - Dec 04, 2011 1:27:46 pm PST #9816 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I will clean my own guns around Dean. Fuck that engine shit, though. There's no high there.
Strix - Dec 04, 2011 1:41:17 pm PST #9817 of 30001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Um...sweaty, grease-covered Dean, close working, heavy lifting.
He could teach me about guns, too, though. I ain't picky. Although I COULD help him with his Latin. Quid pro quo.