We mechanically-inclined males rarely notice the gentle nudges of preminition that females tend to.
The only preminition I recall was when I was a kid (perhaps before education had divorced my perceptions from such thiings). I saw a truck approaching half a mile away and instantly developed a feeling of dread, but I didn’t act on it, so my pup got run over. My wife, like many females, is cursed with some sort of affinity for this realm and I take her warnings seriously.
There is certainly an extra dimension that some people can tap into- whether they want to or not. Thirty years ago, we took our kid to a women who quickly sorted out an undiagnosable malady she exhibited. We were total strangers to that woman, but she took an interest in me and asked about where I slept. At her urging, I drew a quick plan of the house we’d built; she grabbed the pen and added several water pipes exactly where I had buried them deep under the foundations, plus the location of a staticky old radio.
I cannot explain that.