Originally Posted by WRX YZF
My mother is one of these people. She asked me to stop by and change a headlight bulb for her. I don't know how long it's been out, but the bulb was broken, and there was a green buildup on the filament leads. W/e, easy job nonetheless, I've never seen a bulb shatter like that inside a headlight without some kind of impact.
Then she asks "where's the oil dipstick, it's been making a noise for a while." I say "it's here (I point to yellow ring near exhaust manifold), and what kind of noise, like a tickticktick?" She says "no, more metal like." I cringe inside knowing exactly what I'm going to find on the dipstick...nothing, it's bone dry. I pulled the oil fill cap off and something fall into the motor. Not a liquid oil drip, more like a semi-solid sludge drip. I say to her "this is what killed the Nova (not the cool one
). Her van was 2.5 quarts low.
Sadly, it continues. I forget how we got to this part of the conversation, but she said something along the lines of "and the check engine light is on." I ask "for how long?" She responds "sometime last week." I sigh and say to her "you've become the stereotypical woman driver..." I guess I'll need to stop by more often for vehicle maintenance.
**sigh** I've been putting coolant in my wife's truck for a week, just waiting for it to stabilize. She never drives very far, just to the store, so not much danger of getting hot, but it took a gallon of dexcool (? yellow ford stuff) before I saw a level in the expansion tank. At least the oil is good. I was praying that damn thing wasn't pissing coolant out somewhere, but just poor maintenance apparently. Borrowed vehicle.