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Wives ??

2LZ

Well travelled
Location
Volcano, CA
The amazing UTD (Uterine Tracking Device) to the rescue.....again.

Wrenching on my buddy's bike last week, I dropped a nut into the abyss. Getting older has its disadvantages, including losing finger dexterity. I'm becoming a "fumble fingers" in short order.

I magnetized a screwdriver and started poking around. Nothing. I handed it to my buddy, he dug around, nothing. I busted out my strong telescoping magnet and started digging around with that. Same result. Now both of us are on each side of the bike with flashlights, heads firmly smashed into the engine area as close as we could get, one-eyeing every area. It has to be around somewhere! I looked in the countershaft area, chain, using the magnetic screwdriver to poke around under the starter, etc.... The nut was nowhere to be found.

Of course, I have many like it, but you know dang well that if I replace the nut, the lost one will be in a place to cause havoc on first ride. Finally, we gave up. In a moment of desperation, I text Mrs. 2LZ.
"Honey.....we lost a nut on the bike somewhere. We need your UTD. Could you please come out to the shop?"

A few minutes later, she comes walking in looking at us like the pair of losers that we were. She waltz's over to the bike on the rack, looks for a second......and snatches the nut that was sitting in plain view, directly under the clutch release lever. I won't even tell you about the look of satisfaction on her face as she walked by and dropped the nut into my open hand. :rolleyes:
 

Almar

Well travelled
Location
South Wales
Reminds of rebuilding an engine, almost forty years ago, when I was struggling to compress piston rings. My fingers were just about raw.

My wife who, at the time, had the engineering knowledge of a budgie, (much better now), said ”give me your belt “.

Looping the belt around the piston she pulled on the belt, compressing the rings, while I pushed the piston into place.

That was the moment when I knew I had picked the “right one”.
 

Turbofurball

Well travelled
Location
Catalunya
Reminds of rebuilding an engine, almost forty years ago, when I was struggling to compress piston rings. My fingers were just about raw.

My wife who, at the time, had the engineering knowledge of a budgie, (much better now), said ”give me your belt “.

Looping the belt around the piston she pulled on the belt, compressing the rings, while I pushed the piston into place.

That was the moment when I knew I had picked the “right one”.
When people say having diversity in the workplace leads to better results, that's exactly the sort of thing they're getting at!

I'm very lucky to have a beautiful wife who sometimes comes up with ingenious solutions to mechanical problems. She's also a very capable mechanic who was rebuilding bikes many years before we met, and a demon on the track ... yes, I'm boasting, and I frequently wonder what the hell I did to fool her into marrying me.
 

2LZ

Well travelled
Location
Volcano, CA
I'm very lucky to have a beautiful wife who sometimes comes up with ingenious solutions to mechanical problems.
Oh yah.... Many years (decades?) ago, we lived on a small street of duplexes. Halloween was coming, and my neighbor and I decided that the kids on the street should have a haunted house to brighten up their evening.

We gutted his garage and started building. We made a custom fit coffin for me (I was Dracula), a separating table so my other friend could be the "head in the bowl", etc....
The best prop was our functioning guillotine. It even lopped off a magnetized head on a body we made. The problem??? After all that building, we couldn't figure a proper way to attach the rope to the plywood (painted silver), sliding blade.

We hit the hardware store. Bought all kinds of turn buckle gadgets, hinges, and latches that we may be able to make work. A bunch of random stuff. Later, we had the bag of crap spread out all over the floor, trying every combo of gadget to get that rope attached properly so the blade would slide freely.

The "Future Mrs. 2LZ" comes walking in, looks at us, grabs a drill that was close by, drills a hole through the plywood blade, sticks the rope through and ties a knot. :rolleyes:
 

ddavidv

Well travelled
Location
Pennsylvania USA
Inspired by another thread talking about wives and our spending habits.
This is how we set ourselves up for success.
The bulk of our paychecks goes into the main 'family' account. It is used to pay for all the stuff that comes with adulting.
In addition, we each have a 'play money' account with preset, agreed upon deposits from each paycheck (electronic banking makes this easy). Neither of us knows or cares what is in the other's play money account. Also, any side hustle money we make can also go in there (like if I sell something I made, or some old car parts I had lying around).
As a result, I have 4 motorcycles and we've never had an argument about money in our 30+ years together.
I've currently got enough saved in there to buy two Shotguns, should I feel the desire. ;)
 

2LZ

Well travelled
Location
Volcano, CA
I have a question. This came up at a BBQ we had last night. Three of us guys sitting there enjoying some adult beverages, while the ladies were off at another table doing the same.

The boyz table all had the same kerfuffle. How come I can walk through my house, see the same pair of her shoes in the same spot for a week.....and of course, not say a thing, but within a half-hour of me leaving a pair of sandals in a spot downstairs because I swapped out for riding boots, they vanish and are hidden for eternity?

We boys all agreed that you never do two things:
1- Ask her where they may have vanished to. This will bubble to the surface the subject of "everything you do, even your breathing, irritates me right now."
2- NEVER bring up the pair of her shoes that have been sitting there for a week, as a defensive move. Bad, bad move.
 
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