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Car Mechanics Dream: NaBloPoMo

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Within a year of getting my driver’s license, I killed my first car. It was not on purpose. I was ignorant of the fact that a car needs an oil change every 3,000 miles or so. Although, my dad showed me how to check the oil, he didn’t tell me about oil changes.  It was in the early days of the Internet so I couldn’t Google it.

Since then, I check my oil on a fairly regular basis. A few years later, I met a lady that had killed several cars because she never, ever had an oil change. All I could do was shake my head and tell her, “You should go to one of those drive- thru oil change places. You really need to get oil changes for your car.” It is sooo much better to spend the $30 and 30 minutes to get your oil changed than spend thousands of dollars on a new car every year.

My current car spends more time than I’d like at the shop. Cars were and still are a mystery to me. I may be a mechanic’s dream or maybe their worst nightmare. However, I haven’t killed any cars since 1995 or so.

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About holley4734

I could be the worst cook in America. My boyfriend tells his friends about my cooking disasters. I'm glad someone is amused. I like movies, music, comic books and corny jokes. View all posts by holley4734

One response to “Car Mechanics Dream: NaBloPoMo

  • markbialczak

    Regular oil changes are the singlemost important thing ever for your car, agrees this non-car-smart guy, Holley. So said my non-car-smart dad to me. 🙂 Of course I drove my first car, a red-hot fast 1969 Chevy Nova, to a blue-smoke death anyway. But by then it was 1981, I had driven it for four years with several oil changes, and half the driver’s side floor board had rotted away, just teasing me to stop it with my feet on the ground like a Flintstones car.

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