Dennis has already seen this but the rest of you T guys will really get a laugh out of this true story. He's my cousin and he actually expected to get some sympathy out of this-but it was quite the opposite reaction from us.
http://www.mystarcollectorcar.com/2-features/editorials/860-changing-a-flat-tire-one-more-mile-on-the-road-to-manhood.html

And womanhood.....When I first got married, I MADE my wife change a tire, so she would know how if she ever needed to. Came in handy one night, too. She was working 3rd shift at a hospital. When it was time to come home, she found her car had a flat. It was still dark outside. The security guard came by and held a light for her. He said it was against the rules for him to help her change it. She was still pissed at him for not helping, but I guess he did what he could. Bottom line, my wife can change a tire. I reckon that puts her one up on your cousin. ;-)

And then some-I can't wait to tell him your story the next time I see him.

There is more than one way to get a tire changed. When I was in college many years ago I was at the public library one day working on something and saw a little MGB roadster pull over to the curb with a flat tire. A tall girl with her hair up in rollers and a gray sweatsuit got out and stood and looked at it for a minute, then opened the trunk and took out a bag and came into the library. I assumed she was going to leave it and get somebody to come and change the tire. Instead, in about five minutes she went back out in a bright yellow sun dress, gorgeous blonde hair all combed out and fluffy and her makeup on. She stood by the car looking helpless and in about a minute two guys were changing her tire for her. Lessons Learned: 1. Not all blondes are dumb. 2. Women know what works.

That was one of the first things I taught my 3 girls when the got their drivers licenses.
Naturally, it didn't take them long to learn the way mentioned above.

Here's what a lawyer is good at:

My Dad taught my brothers, sisters and me how to drive. His first lesson was always held in the driveway...
1)You must first open the hood and identify all the locations to check all fluids, then check them.
2)Open the trunk, take out the jack, remove the spare, change the tire and put everything back properly.
3)Then we were allowed to get in the car and review with him all the controls.

The one trick he played on all of us...He would take us to a steep hill in town with no one around and half way up yell "STOP!, STOP!" As an inexperienced driver you hit the brake and not the clutch only to stall the car. Then he would say "Never mind go ahead"...You learned right then and there how to brake /clutch on a hill without rolling backward.
Even my sisters could handle a clutch and change tires.

I'm sure if my Dad were still around he would love to teach your cousins.

My daughter (17) is learning how to stop and restart my 5 speed pickup on real steep hills. Mostevery guy she knows is telling her they want me to teah them to drive a stick! They can't, and she loves to rub it in.
When I first came to Ca. and my wife got a driver's license i had her change a tire in our driveway as I sat on a rock and watched and told her what to do next.
I think everyone we knew in that town drove by and saw me sitting as she struggled with that job.
The worst thing though is that we had to ask her friends not to have their friends call her when they had a flat. It was too much for her and in those days there were a lot of big cars around and heavy spare tires.
It's okay for a woman to know how and be able to do it but it is not a woman's job.

I never took a driver's test in Holland because my Missouri license entitled me to a Dutch license. I did hear from my Dutch friends that a favorite trick of driving instructors was to have the student stop the car on one of the steep little bridges that went up and over a canal. He would then say, "Give me your watch." He'd get out of the car, walk back to the rear wheel and pretend to put the watch right behind the wheel. Then he'd get back in and tell to student to start up the hill again.

When I was a teen I went to my car in a near empty parking lot, found I had a flat. There was a young man lurking nearby who immediately offered his help and I accepted, he was undaunted by the scissor jack, but by the time he had the tire back on, I was feeling really guilty, he was so tired when he finished, I barely got a thank you out before he was gone, not asking for my phone # as I suspected he had planned, because I had pretty good tires and I think the flat was a ruse. However, I knew that my daddy put tires on with an impact wrench and I could never have loosend the lugs.

A lawyer was driving past an insane asylum when his car had a blowout. He pulled over to the side, took out the spare and began to remove the lug nuts, placing them in the hubcap lying on the road. All this time a man who was a patient in the asylum stood watching him from the other side of the fence. Just as the lawyer removed the last lug nut, a truck drove by, hitting the hubcap and scattering all the lug nuts. Upset and frustrated, he just stood there, not knowing what to do. Finally the patient said, "Why don't you just remove one nut from each of the other wheels, and place it on that wheel to hold it until you get to where you're going?"
Impressed, the lawyer said "That's a really good idea! I don't know why you're in there?"
The patient said, "I'm crazy, not stupid!"