Ya got car guys, then half interested car guys, then some who know only enough to steer and brake it. During my career for a time I was part of an executive staff surrounded by guys who likely never picked up a hand tool in their lives. I bought my '63 Plymouth during that time, a pretty nice CA car I eventually restored years later. I drove it to the office on occasion leaving my new Eagle Vision (company car) at home. I got some snide remarks asking me why I would want to drive an old car like that. Well, I'd already been through a few water cooler chats with these guys who spent their weekends watching college basketball games while I was working in my shop at home on one fix it or another. One time I mentioned rebuilding our washing machine that cost me 10 bucks in parts and a few hours of time on a Saturday when they were likely glued to their TV's. They were unimpressed asking me why I didn't buy a new one or call to have it repaired. I replied "It's obvious you wouldn't understand so no need for me to waste our time to explain it to you". Funny though, as on occasion, I'd get a phone call from one of them at night or on a weekend when something went to **** in their house asking me what might be wrong...