I love my mini cooper but as far as I'm concerned it may as well run on positive thought and pixie dust. I press a button to start it, I put petrol in it when I remember and the rest is magic. If there is a problem a light comes on, I ring the nice people at the garage and go and drink coffee until its ready to drive again.
So it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I peered into the guts of a Land Rover - on tiptoes - to do a safety check. But now I'm all over it. We've learned how to change tyres, do jump starts, get out of ditches - and even some driving tips that mean that we're less likely to end up in a ditch in the first place. I've learned all about gears and diff lock, and I don't call the tyre pressure gauge a "doodah" anymore.
There was a moment where we realised that the 3 big blokes were crawling around on the floor trying to attach the jack, and the four girls were standing back talking about hair products. But that was only a fleeting moment where we fell into gender stereotypes - it wasn't long before everyone mucked in (although interestingly the boys didn't join in the debate about hair products).
Now when I'm out on roadtrips I'll be able to help out with the driving - onroad or offroad. I'll let you know how it goes and I won't relying on pixie dust any more.
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