When I was 16 and bought my first car (1978 Trans Am with a 1970 LT1 engine, it was a crap pile, paid $600 for it) I decided to do my first oil change. I bought high quality oil, a high quality filter, and set the car up on my improvised “ramps” (parked on the road, with the two passenger side wheels on the curb), and proceeded to change the oil. I pulled the drain plug out, took the filter off (which was extremely difficult, it was seized and rusted in place), put a new filter on, crawled out from under the car, and poured the new oil in. Those of you who are mechanically inclined will note I left a vital step out of this sequence: As I poured the last bit of that precious oil into the engine I noticed a large puddle spreading toward my feet. I looked under just in time to see the last of my new oil dripping out of the oil pan, where I had neglected to reinstall the drain plug. Disgusted, I put the drain plug in, took my father’s truck to the local Canadian Tire, and bought five litres of the cheapest oil they had. So much for my “premium” oil…
Argythree about 6 years ago
Wow, what a liar…
reedkomicks Premium Member about 6 years ago
Oh look how irresistible Brad is!
imbaldeagle about 6 years ago
Anybody still wondering why this romance never started?
Hydrohead about 6 years ago
That must be why you don’t see Greg Automobiles anymore.
Willywise52 Premium Member about 6 years ago
Brad’s BS is effusing out everywhere too.
Robert Nowall Premium Member about 6 years ago
Oil pan, dude.
micromos about 6 years ago
Brad is on slippery footing with her now.
Christopher Vickers about 6 years ago
Being a Star Trek fan, I can’t decide whether this girl talks more like Spock or Data.
up2trixx about 6 years ago
When I was 16 and bought my first car (1978 Trans Am with a 1970 LT1 engine, it was a crap pile, paid $600 for it) I decided to do my first oil change. I bought high quality oil, a high quality filter, and set the car up on my improvised “ramps” (parked on the road, with the two passenger side wheels on the curb), and proceeded to change the oil. I pulled the drain plug out, took the filter off (which was extremely difficult, it was seized and rusted in place), put a new filter on, crawled out from under the car, and poured the new oil in. Those of you who are mechanically inclined will note I left a vital step out of this sequence: As I poured the last bit of that precious oil into the engine I noticed a large puddle spreading toward my feet. I looked under just in time to see the last of my new oil dripping out of the oil pan, where I had neglected to reinstall the drain plug. Disgusted, I put the drain plug in, took my father’s truck to the local Canadian Tire, and bought five litres of the cheapest oil they had. So much for my “premium” oil…