Many years ago, I drove an adorable green MGB GT Hatchback. There were many things about that car that I loved. And thinking about it now, brings back all sorts of memories. Laundry as a musical event for example.
Despite being an MG, and thus a Sports Car, it was kind of a girly car. It was all cute, ya know? Not macho at all. It looked rather like this ...
only green.
But... there was one thing about that car that I did not love, even though it meant that I came to wield a very special power. Because of that one thing, I became Queen of OilChecking. Because MG's do not have a good track record for retaining oil, I wielded the Dipstick Scepter with some frequency. It's a girly thing.
I kept an extra quart of oil in the car at all times. Because there are those who believe that MG stands for More Garage-time, I made sure that I was prepared and competent. That's a girly thing too.
And then I gave up on all that silliness and started driving less tempermental cars.
But Monday night, it all came back to me.
I was driving my happy VW with the inevitable modern computer that monitors everything, even the tire pressure. (I feel lucky to have a temperature gauge, and a tachometer. An oil pressure guauge was clearly too much). While we were heading into town, my sweet Passat binged at me.
Loudly.
And then her screen of all information flashed a yellow oil can at me, and instructed me to stop the engine.
NOW.
I was on the highway. That wasn't happening. But I was as gentle as I could be until I got to my destination. Now I must admit -- the car had binged at me this way once before, but then the oil can disappeared immediatly, and the car hadn't fussed in a couple of weeks. I figured it might have been a cranky sensor. After all, if there was an oil pressure problem, the magic monitors should have been raising Cain (or binging loudly) every time it was detected. But having now heard the bing a second time, I pulled on my Queenly Pants, and my Competent Driver hat, and, after waiting for all the oil to return to it's resting spot, I fetched up a paper napkin from the sidewell in the door, and Checked The Oil.
ahem.
I tried a second time.
This is what I saw when I checked the oil.
That, my friends, is a dry dipstick. Now, don't get me wrong. I've nothing against dry dipsticks in the abstract. After all, there is a time and place for a dry dipstick. That time is after you've pulled it from the vehicle, and wiped it off. That time is before you slip it back in to test the current state of the oil.
This photo, alas, was taken after the stick had been pulled, dried, and slipped back into the slot. This photo was taken when the dipstick should have been revealing to me that, though the oil might be a little low (and certainly a little dirty, what with the oil change comign due in 200 miles), there was, in fact, enough oil. This dipstick is clearly not showine me that there is enough oil to wait until the rest gets changed -- tomorrow.
I thanked the Universe that I own a Smart Phone, and used it to locate the nearest gas station. I gingerly started the car, and gingerly drove to that gas station, and begged the Universe to let there be oil for sale. I actually had to stand in line to ask the lady behind the counter whether they had any, for it was well hidden. But they did. All of it is "conventional" oil.
The oil in my VW is synthetic oil.
Gleep.
Again, I thanked the Universe for my smart phone, and googled whether there was likely to be a catastrophic problem if I mixed conventional and synthetic oil. I thanked the Universe yet again when the very first site I found assured me that it'd be okay. I'm not testing this theory for long, but I figured it is unlikely to blow the car up between the gas station, home, my final exam in the morning, and the oil change place. Even though I knew the oil is going to be in the car for only about 14 hours, I couldn't quite bring myself to buy the cheapest they had.
I purchased my quart of oil, strode out to the car, popped the hood again, and poured about 1/2 a quart in. After all, I'm mixing oil types here, no need to put in more than I need. Right?
I checked the oil level.
I poured in the rest of the oil.... and checked again.
Yes, that's still a dry dipstick. After a full quart of oil, you will note that there is no sign of any oil on that dipstick.
This is not good.
I went back in and bought another quart of oil.
Once again, I strode out to the car, popped the hood, and poured about 1/2 a quart in. After all, I'm still mixing oil types here, no need to put in more than I need. Right?
I checked the oil level.
Yes, that's still a dry dip stick.
I poured in the rest of the oil.... and checked again.
Finally. by the slimmest of margins, there is enough oil to safely drive the car.
I am glad I had my days with the MG. It makes going back to checking the oil often easier. It also made me feel completely comfortable with this car maintenance task.
It is good to be competent.
(I think I'll buy an extra quart of oil to carry with me....)






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