It was a chance to prove I was a man. Driving along the Paseo de la Reforma in the borrowed office car, we got a puncture. In 37 years of driving I'd never had a flat tyre. (Admittedly only one of those years involved us actually owning a car). Anyway, instead of phoning up the MX equivalent of the RAC I decided to have a go myself. Spare wheel: check. Jack: check. Wrench: check. Put jack under chassis, lift up car, unscrew nuts on wheel. Simple really. But would the nuts come off? Would they hell.
A car pulled up and two guys got out to help. "No, you've lifted the car too high". They lowered it. The nuts came off easily. They put the spare wheel on and it was done. I could see Liz was impressed. I blew it.