I saw this thread for the first time today ,and was literally laughing like an idiot while reading about the living room bike shop .In the 80's ,I was a mechanic in the army at camp Petawawa ,and we had an auto club ,an old building with some tools that we paid $5.00 per hour to use to repair our cars etc after hours.Anyway ,the guy that ran it with his wife ,was about 60 years old ,chain smoker ,black lung cougher kind of a guy ,but honestly a nice man with a kind heart .Anyways ,a fellow I didn't know very well ,burnt the auto tranny out of his 1970's Monte Carlo ,so he pulled it out and started looking for a replacement .The next night ,the guy showed up looking to push the car outside while waiting to find a tranny .The old guy told him he had a surprise for him at his house and his wife would take him to see it .When he got there ,on the coffee table ,was his old tranny ,completely torn apart ,with all the broken pieces in a pail for show and tell .The lady took the tranny apart on her coffee table ,figured out what went wrong ,ordered the parts in ,and told the guy he will get it back the next night ready to go .After the complete shock wore off a little ,he looked at the rest of the living room and it was litered everywhere with engines ,carbs,trannies,and every other kind of dirty grungy auto parts imaginable .She wouldn't accept a dime and it ran like a Swiss watch .
I guess I just wanted to say ,you are not alone ,and it also is not just a male thing .