Well to be factually correct, a engine tune up to us just means what it says, a tune up to improve performance etc etc.
Anything else, to us, would be an engine service which would be checking everything about the engine and an oil change etc.
Also including checks for the braking system, fluid levels,hoses etc etc.
Dunno about your american cars but sparking plugs in modern cars are almost non existant now as all controlled by onboard computers.
You mean the mechanical ignition distributor? Because all cars running with gas need spark plugs…
Not quite true, many cars now do not have a distributor but use direct injection methods to ignite the fuel all controlled by a computer. Some obviously still use spark plugs but are less efficient than the injection method.
Look it up cars having direct injection of course use spark plugs. Or how you think the injected gas / air mixture gets ignited?
My bad, i was probably thinking of distributors which went out with the ark
So now we have a rough time frame to how old you are.
That may not be an absolutely, up-to-the-minute definition of a tune-up, but we still have plenty of vehicles that use spark plugs, as does the UK, I’m sure.
They still use steam
Being facetious doesn’t suit you young man
Of course many do have spark plugs but i did qualify my error saying i was thinking of distributors…you tosser Meant in the nicest possible way of course
At least you got the “English” part correct.
Love to receive your compliments pal, makes me feel special
Not seen Corrie for many years, but that’s a good one.
While on vacation in Spain with my wife, I I started to feel funny. I had some pain in my chest and felt short of breath. I chalked it up to the long day we had just had, but I continued to feel worse. As we got out of the taxi and walked into the hotel, I collapsed.
It became apparent to my wife and I that I was having a heart attack. I thought for sure I would die because the nearest hospital was 1/2 hour away. Suddenly from the back room came a woman wielding defibrillators. She shouted to the other staff to help and they ripped off my shirt and restarted my heart right there in the hotel.
The ambulance arrived 20 minutes later, but thanks to this amazing woman my life had been saved. I spent the night in the hospital but I got out around noon the next day. I went back to the hotel to thank this woman.
I said, “I’m amazed that a hotel this small has a full time doctor as sk__led as yourself!”
She replied, “No one expects the Spanish Inn physician.”
A guy is sitting in a bar as a very nice looking girl walks in, wearing pants that are tight, and I mean really, really tight.
“By Jove”, the man says, “How on earth do you get into those pants?”.
“Well”, said the girl, “You could start by offering me a glass of ■■■■.”.
My wife ran away with my best friend. A year later both of them were at my front door ringing the bell. They rang the bell for an hour straight. Reluctantly, I answered the door.
They said they wanted to apologize for the way things happened. Boy, was I relieved, I thought he was trying to bring her back.
There was once a handyman who had a dog named Mace. Mace was a great dog, except he had one weird habit: he liked to eat grass – not just a little, but in quantities that would make a lawnmower blush. And nothing, it seemed, could cure him of it. One day, the handyman lost his wrench in the tall grass while he was working outside. He looked and looked, but it was nowhere to be found.
As it was getting dark, he gave up for the night and decided to look the next morning. When he awoke, he went outside and saw that his dog had eaten all the grass in the area, around where he had been working, and his wrench now lay in plain sight, glinting in the sun.
Going out to get his wrench, he called the dog over to him and said,
"A grazing Mace, how sweet the hound,
that saved a wrench for me."