We all know the stereotype of women who know nothing of cars. Men tut and say we females haven't got a clue. Well I'm sorry to say ladies, when it comes to cars they are 100% right in my case.
Cars are technical and I am a total technophobe. Add wheels to the equation and I am well on the way to sobbing hysteria when something goes wrong. To me a car is a tin box with wheels that gets me from point A to point B. I have no interest in what type of engine it has, its torque, valves or any other personal intricacies.
When the car started veering towards the ditch on Saturday and making a funny whirring noise ('sounds like a dodgem car' from Idgy) I was less than happy. When we stopped and discovered it was bleeding (had someone shot it?) I was quickly heading towards despare.
A phone call to the garage and I'm told to bring it in on Monday morning for a 'look-see'. Can they do something there and then? Sharp intake of breath from other end of phone, 'Oh no, we're booked solid, you'll have to book it in'.
So it was with some trepidation that I chugged my way to the garage yesterday. With no power steering fluid (that was the 'blood') it was a monster to drive, and I'm quite sure that everyone else on the road was just as relieved as I was when we got to the garage.
I hop about as all the mechanics are firmly attached to various other car parts. Eventually the boss spots me and wanders over. Technical explanation from me (whirring noise, car bleeding, heading for ditch) and he opens the bonnet, assesses the situation at a glance and tells me I have a leek. Jolly good, can he fix it – now. No, but they will put it on the ramps and see how much work is involved and then I can bring it back. I must have looked as crest-fallen and dejected as I felt, woman on the brink.
Off to coffee shop to wait. Much discussion about valves and pipes, and worry about cost etc. Trot back to garage. Car still on ramp with man firmly attached to it. Boss informs me that some gismo is broken but they are circumnavigating the problem with a new bit of pipe. Inventive, brilliant, head back to coffee shop while they get it done. More caffeine, more chat, much more positive this time.
Back for the car, all fixed, mechanic looks happy, boss gets paid. I am full of enough caffeine to make it home without the aid of the car. Joy, joy, joy I am back on the road.
Women and cars? Men may scoff and say we haven't a clue. I agree that in my case I am completely without the proverbial clue, but hey the car got fixed on the spot, so sometimes the helpless woman bit pays off.