After squeezing out 2 kids for us, I am not about to hassle my wife with the Expedition. I feel like I owe her that much.
My wife's incubating our 3rd. She wants another Subaru I told her she can have another Scuba or she can raise her 3 children with her loving husband not moving as far north as his legs would take him,alone and ready to start his new life in a one room shack eating raw caribou and potentially dangerous flora. That was a year ago...she never gave me an answer...how long can a subaru run being "maintained" by someone who refuses to check her oil and regularly goes over oil change intervals
Whenever my wife has a problem with her car her method of troubleshooting begins and ends with asking me to "fix it."
my wife, "Where does this go?"
me, "...not into the dipstick tube..."
wife, "why not isnt that where the oil goes?"
me, "...not the engine oil...."
wife, "is it bad if I got some in there?"
me , "we'll find out if/when your transmission pukes"
my wife , "my friend said, that it might be the turbo!"
me , "Did he now? the metal on metal grinding sound when you go above 3,000rpm?The dude you work with as customer service whom you think is good with cars?"
wife, "yeah"
me , "when did he diagnose that?"
w, "at work in the parking ramp"
m, "yeah ,like ,he...looked at the engine and everything?"
w, "yeah hes really good with cars and stuff"
m, "yeah he must be, I mean...how could anyone who's not good with cars know just from looking at your engine that your car doesn't now nor ever has had a turbo charger in it"
wife gives me that "you're an atrocious butt-fungus" look and asks, "Are you sure" smirking at the end and starting with , "because HE sa-"
I walk away at this point because I know I cannot be right, It will not be allowed.