My dad just turned 80 years old this summer. In 64 years he's never driven or owned a new automobile. He changes the oil no less frequently than 1500 miles, and has never paid to have it done.
Until this week.
His Jeep Liberty pulls his fishing boat just fine and gets him to church, the gym and Nelly's for a diet Squirt after pumping iron, regardless of the weather. Only problem is the placement of the oil filter. "Those suit and tie engineers ain't never had to change the oil in these contraptions" he laments.
After several sessions with a pan in the bottom of the ditch, he was feeling defeated.
"What I really needed was a right arm with 3 elbows and an eyeball on a string, so I said the hell with it and took it to the shop"