Her idea of turning a wrench is to say "I want to do it" then gets a vise grip and head toward the car or bike knowing she has not got a clue and also knowing that I won't be far behind to prevent a disaster. For instance this is one of the most memorable incidents. I was on call for work. She decided she wanted french doors for the bedroom. I tell why don't you wait till I am off. Oh no, she could not wait. So I got called in and when I finally got home and was wore out, I walk in the house to discover she has rented one of those gas powered cement cutting saws and the top of the wall was ready to fall sown and the opening was too big and, and, and... needless to say my day had not ended. Linda is not afraid to do things, well except ride her bike on anything but concrete and asphalt, but if there are a couple pieces of gravel on it she will park her bike down the street a mike or so, or park along a busy road in Arkansas on a hill. When we first met she was a city girl, now she has decided that she likes all my hobbies and has deserted her let's get together on Wednesday women in their mid thirties not married group. I guess my life style was more interesting. Linda is a never ending source of entertainment for me though. I did notice one thing about the lift, I have to put it together, or rather my youngest son has to put it together and I will supervise to make sure there are no extra parts. He is 24 and and has half my personality, the older has the other half. So the younger has the artistic, common sense, and the get drunk/high till your out of your mind side, drawback is he gets bored when he does the same thing to long, but he does an excellent job up until that bored point. Thanks for your input you all!