Well let me check my book of funny noises. I keep it on my bookshelf next to my book of silly walks.

Ah, here it is, Chapter 3, page 12:





Thank you Ford Chicago Assembly Plant for keeping me busy.



So proud!

Lose backing plate bolt gouged the brake disc?

That had to be making a lot of noise.

Me: I'll check it out. How long has this been going on?


Her: Three weeks


Me:

Crazy loud, like rusted, busted exhaust dragging on the pavement, but nothing underneath was out of place. The bad part was the noise stopped for a day, so I figured it was a piece of gravel or something caught between the shield and rotor that had worked itself out. My wife made it 90 miles to Tampa before it started up again.

While married, we had a new Suburban. A small bus with a 48 gallon gas tank. Generally driven by my wife. Every time I would climb into it, the low fuel warning light was on.
Me: "Why is the Suburban aways empty"?
Wife: "I dont like to put gas in it. When I do my hands smell like gasoline"!

The Taylor Swift CD?

^^^^^ oh I can’t wait to use that one.

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Originally posted by dan03833:
The Taylor Swift CD?

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Originally posted by trapper189:

At least they circled the problem for you .

And at least your wife told you about it. Mine has a nasty habit of just ignoring stuff like that and then when I drive it I ask her how long it's been doing that and she'll be like "oh, a week or two." .

My wife learned that the sooner she tells me, the sooner I'll make the problem go away. It's because I'm not only anal about fixing broken things, but I hate people complaining to me.

I had a dumb shit working for me, who did not tell me about problems because he thought I would be angry at him, no matter how many times I told him that the only thing that would make me angry was if he knew there was a problem and did not tell me about it, so I could fix it.

Guess I'm the lucky one. My wife usually tells me right away.

"my car's making a clicking sound. I think it's the wheel."

Sure enough, the right rear tire has pick up not the usual nail, but a screw with a large head that makes the clicking sound every time it hits the pavement. Short trip to the tire store and we're good to go.

"I couldn't fix your brakes, so I made your horn louder"

Many years ago we had partial season tickets for the Hartford Whalers.
I had to work late on a game night, so we decided my wife would go and take our SIL in my place.

It's about 40-45 minutes to the arena parking.
Around halfway there, the car started "making noise". She just kept driving.
She got right across the street from the arena parking in downtown Hartford and that car died.

Turned out that the timing belt had slipped a little. The engine ate most of the valves.
The car was 7-8 years old and wasn't worth the cost of a new engine.

She's a bit wiser now ...

I'm glad she let's me know. We're coming up on 20 years and I'm finally learning to accept the questions I can't possibly answer.

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Originally posted by trapper189:

I would be scraping that sticker off....

I've found over the years that it's a good idea for me to drive the wife's car once a month or so. And yes, usually to the gas station.

I have to check my wife's van periodically or else she will drive on low tires until I go and get air in them. What is it with warning lights and the ladies? They just don't see them?

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Originally posted by Fredward:
I've found over the years that it's a good idea for me to drive the wife's car once a month or so. And yes, usually to the gas station.

Yeah, the gas station thing is real. I don't like my vehicles to get below half a tank. My philosophy is to fill up when it's convenient and not when I have to. If I'm around half a tank and drive by a gas station, I stop and fill up. It's a simple system that works pretty well.

My wife will let the car get below 1/8, and there have been times that I'll get in it and the low fuel light is on. She says "I know I can make it to the gas station". My counter is what if it's an emergency? Or simply that fact that when I leave to go somewhere I plan for enough time to get there, and that doesn't include enough time to go out of my way to the closest gas station and then fill the car up because you parked it with nothing in the tank.

They have a habit of turning the radio up. I wish she’d tell me right away so a small problem doesn’t turn into a big one.