One of my nephews just turned 16 and got his drivers license. He managed to save up some money and bought a '97 1/2 ton Chevy Truck. His dad works overseas so I told him I would help him "baseline" the vehicle and help pay for parts, fluids, etc....(he's a good kid). I got him set up under the truck with a grease gun and a rag and showed him how to lube one of the U-Joints on the drive shaft (they had been replaced and actually had fittings). I told him to "grease everything with a fitting" and then to come and get me when he was done. Well, 30-40 minutes go by and Tyler hasn't come up to the house yet, so I grab a Gatorade out of the fridge for the lad and head down to the shop to see what the hold up is. I ask him if he's finished yet and he says "I greased everything except the wheels", and that he "can't get the grease gun to go onto the wheels". Somewhat puzzled, I ask him what he's talking about....and told him there are no fittings on the wheels. I crawl under the truck and he has been trying to get the grease gun onto the bleeder screws on the brake calipers. We had a little talk, and I vowed not to tell anyone that he knew, and that I was proud of him for doing his own maintenance. I should have stayed there with him a little longer. Anyway, he knows all of the greaseable points now, and tomorrow we will flush the tranny. I'm just proud to see someone (anyone) of the computer game generation... willing to learn about his vehicle. I really got a chuckle out of this though.