I just walked into a parts store, rattled off the VIN of the new van and asked what the engine was, what the transmission was, if I could put a transmission from a 2 speed diesel F350 pick up in it. The guy behind the counter didn’t blink, he just looked up the information and found that he didn’t have it. Up here no one thinks it’s weird that a girl knows the difference between the 7.3 International IDI engine and the 7.3 DI Ford engine. They would think it was weird if you didn’t know.
When I was in Pennsylvania and I went to part stores the people behind the counter wouldn’t know what they were selling. They’d look it up in their computers and read it to me and have no comprehension. Further, they’d assume that I didn’t know either. In their minds some guy, some mechanical guy, must have told me what to come and ask. Because obviously women don’t know these things. Even regular people (ie, men) don’t know these things down there. Down there, you just take your car to people that know and you assume it’s some kind of rocket science.
Here women are regular people too, and why would you pay someone else to work on your car? Maybe if was an engine rebuild or an electrical problem or something really complicated. But if you didn’t know how to work on it at least a little, you wouldn’t be driving it. And if you pay someone to change the oil in the winter you feel pretty wimpy about not crawling under there in the snow and doing it yourself.
At the Ford dealership the man behind the parts counter looks at me like I’m crazy. What kind of idiot buys a van without knowing what kind of engine it has? After the last few months down south, I’m a little grateful that it’s my ignorance, instead of my knowledge, that’s shocking.