We grew up knowing how to do basic things to our motor bikes and cars.... and my kids were taught how to change a tyre before letting them loose on the roads.
A few years ago two female friends and I had a puncture on the A1. We rolled into the amazingly close garage and started to empty the boot to get at the spare.
I can't tell you how many chaps came and offered to do it for us!
Did we let them do it?....Well the dishy mechanic from Birmingham who wanted to help wasn't going to get away easily.....☺☺☺
I know the theory but I've never done it. Anyway, now that wheel nuts are routinely tightened with power tools, I doubt that I'd have the strength to undo them myself.
Yes, part of our general education along with other things like a simple service, understanding why cars wont start and what to look for when they don't etc.
I've changed the tyres on my old cars but I'm not sure I'd want to try it on this one, I used to do oil changes as well, but again, I just about know where to top the oil up on this one, let alone change it.
Boxy....my daughter spent part of her gap year in the wilds of Canada with a family.
One night they borrowed the parents car to drive to Calgary in the snow and had a puncture....
The chance of anyone passing wasn't great so the daughter supervised the changing of the wheel .
Later had a chat with the host "Mom" who was amazed a teenager could do that but really it's quite an important thing to know how to do...and certainly if you live in a remote area.
Though there are times when looking helpless is an advantage...☺
I did a ladies car mechanics course when I was in my thirties. I loved it.
Now nobody cleans spark plugs do they?
My car doesn't have a spare wheel. It has a re-inflator canister and I call out the AA man to do it, if I have a puncture.
I could do it in theory but my car is very big (so might defeat me) and I would worry about putting the tyre back on tightly enough. Fortunately I now know where the spare is after watching the break down man nearly have a nervous break down looking for it (it lives underneath the front of the car).