Let’s get one thing clear: I’m not in the doghouse right now, but I probably should be. Laying a good patch of rubber right in front of your wife isn’t exactly conducive to a happy afternoon. Sure, you’re grinning like an idiot as the scent of freshly roasted Firestones tickles your nostrils, but you will have hell to pay sooner or later. Luckily, my significant other’s only real reaction was to snap a photo proving that the limited-slip in Angry Grandpa isn’t a solid team player, but I’ve done worse. When we were dating, she visited me after a heavy snowstorm had blanketed northern Arizona, and in a shopping mall parking lot, I kicked the e-brake in and cranked the wheel on my 2006 Monte Carlo SS, spinning the big coupe like a ballerina. The moment the car drifted to a stop, she took one breath and proceeded to slam my shoulder with her fist. Do you think I should’ve told her I was gonna do that first?
I’m lucky in that my wife understands the hobby…sickness…whatever you choose to call it. Not many do, and few less understand it well enough that it’s a daily deal in the household. So we want to know, what have you done that has gotten you seven shades of Hell, the ultimate tongue-lashing (not that kind, sicko) and sent out to camp with Rover for a night or two? Did you walk in the house looking like you escaped from the LaBrea Tar Pits after she had cleaned house all day? Did you teach the kids some new words that they weren’t supposed to know for another few years? Maybe you did something really outlandish…like the time my now ex-wife wanted to learn how to drive a manual transmission, and the lesson ended with me drifting a car with no hood, front fenders or nose clip through military housing?
(Yes, that really did happen.)
Bought a 347 short block, picked it up at work(had bay doors and forklift) and loaded in my truck. Thought I could sneak it in the garage but got caught red handed. Told her that I bought it but the price i told her was only half of what I spent. Let\’s just say the couch got a new friend for a few days.
Was recently given a “budget” for rebuilding my Harley. I though “Mere suggestion” and went to town. Had no idea the dog lived in conditions like this! If I spend more time out there……there WILL be improvements!!!
Don’t get me started on the Mustang!
The only time I brought a vehicle home and she was speechless. So angry and disgusted she could not even speak. Michigan winter, long driveway with open field on one side so I needed a plow truck. Found one on the web, showed her pictures, she liked. Went to
meet seller and found a “better” deal. 79 f250 w/plow cheap.she did not understand when I brought the frame and running gear home on 1st load, told her I had to go
Back for all the body parts.
3 GM 2 barrel carburetor bodies, the “good” stock pot 2 gallons of water and the stove. All that equals a very angry wife. Cooking mashed potatoes the next week in the same pot doesn’t make it any better. The potatoes were great and the Tri-Power ran like a striped house cat. She eventually got happy. Win.
Yup!
I was trying to reverse my Mustang out of the garage which I’d spent thousands of pounds on modifying when I ran over something wooden and sort of squishy at the same time. Turns out I’d taken out the doghouse and that sort of Chihuahua thing that had some sort of skin disease that was my wife’s best friend. The divorce papers have just come through the letter box and I’m sleeping in the toilet but it was worth it – I never liked that dammed dog anyhow….
next level lower(for most ) – PISSING MOM OFF
Mom walks in to a ring gear in the oven …..
What the hell is that in my oven ?? Showed her the flywheel in the freezer …..
Couple minutes later they went together – good thing I already slept on
a different floor of the house .
Topper – chain off a dirt bike in a pan of Vaseline + 30 wt mix in the oven
@ about 250F ….not pleased to say the least .
This was an old trick before \’ sealed \’ chains-drove out the water then the
grease sucked in as it cooled ….guess I should has asked first ….
As in most things – forgiveness is easier to get than permission
next level lower(for most ) – PISSING MOM OFF
Mom walks in to a ring gear in the oven …..
What the hell is that in my oven ?? Showed her the flywheel in the freezer …..
Couple minutes later they went together – good thing I already slept on
a different floor of the house .
Topper – chain off a dirt bike in a pan of Vaseline + 30 wt mix in the oven
@ about 250F ….not pleased to say the least .
This was an old trick before ‘ sealed ‘ chains-drove out the water then the
grease sucked in as it cooled ….guess I should has asked first ….
As in most things – forgiveness is easier to get than permission
I’m single so no dog house for me. On a side note I was working on my dogs house and had to climb in to fix it. They thought it was party time having me in there. Seriously funny when a 8 year old dog goes into puppy mode!!!
Simple, you just don’t tell her. I have a car I bought in’75 & she never saw it & don’t even know I have it. She’ll figure it out when I start driving it, then there will be hell to pay. Some how I thought I would have outlived her by now.
I lived in an apartment with my mom and brother. I’m 20yrs old at the time, aspiring young student and part time machine operator with no money and and old VW bug. Reverse hadn’t been working for some time, it popped out. The clutch was chattering, main seal leaked, axle boots leaked. Mom was out of town for a week, the shop I worked in was slow, so I took a few days off. Armed with youth, enthusiastic, and a ‘could_not_fail’ attitude, I decided to fix the transaxle. “I’ll get this knocked out in a couple days, how hard can it be, right?” I told myself.
Home three days early from her trip, beetle with it’s rear in the air under the carport, taking her parking spot, me with the manual gearbox on the dining room table, in her new cookie sheet, I meet her at the door “Hi Mom, you’re early!” hoping she can’t smell the sulfur laden oil fumes of 90wt gear lube… “I want you to keep an open mind…” are the words that came tumbling out of my mouth.
She was not amused.