That was the start of the dinner party conversation. It soon revealed that the owner’s manual had been lost and the owner’s confidence in completing the job was such that they were keen to go and visit the nice people at Halfords, who charge a fiver for the privilege.
The truth is: changing bulbs isn’t what it used to be.
My near neighbour’s Megane needed to be ramped and the OBC informed of its replacement and he was relieved that it was still under warranty. It is certainly a bit fiddly in some models, but most of us should at least be up for the challenge.
Trouble is, as the conversation wore on the lack of interest in even checking oil and water each week was rather prevalent.
Indeed, the Saab 9000 I gave to a deserving cause last year illustrates the innate stupidity of drivers today. On handover I pointed out that the fuel gauge was a compulsive liar, so don’t pay any attention to it, just drive on the odometer and refill at 300-350 miles then zero the trip.
In four years of ownership Mrs R and I never once ran out of fuel. In its new owner’s hands? Seven times in six months.
I must admit that I don’t do anything but the basics these days, although I do re-engineer my one-cylinder mowers over the winter and maintain them without specialist assistance.
In my youth I did absolutely everything including replacing engines and sundry oily parts, but that was because I was poor, inquisitive and didn’t have to worry about making a living, maintaining a family and mowing the lawn.
Maybe if I worked for Practically Classic then I’d roll my sleeves up more, but back then I was interested in what went on under the bonnet.
These days too many drivers now regard the bonnet as a sealed unit. How about you?