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After my parents split up and my father moved to a distant state, I was
one of the few adult males to spend time with my little sisters, on
visits back home. I made it a point to teach them car basics, like how
to change a flat, check oil and fluids, jump a battery, and know when a
garage was feeding them BS. They seemed to forget it all as they morphed
into the boy-crazy stage, but now that they are adults, it seems to have
floated back to the top. No helpless females allowed in our family.

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aem sends...

My mom knew how to do all that stuff, but didn't teach me. Of course,
for a long time all I had to do if I had car trouble was pull over and
look helpless. I really didn't get the nack of looking helpless, but
most males assumed that I was. Or something.

I was out doing some nature photography when I first moved to Florida.
Nice, quiet country road, early Sunday morning. I pulled off the road
and had my tripod set up - the next four cars stopped. Three asked
whether I needed help. The fourth told me about another spot down the
road that had lots of wildflowers and butterflies. In some of my
wanderings (alone) I found a couple of places that Bruce Willis and Sly
Stallone wouldn't have gone alone .. got stuck in sand on a dirt road in
one of those spots, almost dusk. Two drunks in a pickup came along to
push me out. Good grief! I never saw truly scary people until I moved
to Florida....