Ok so im at camp now and i cant leave at any time except for saturday. So i park my car 2 sundays ago and im off to beat... supervise little kids. So roll around 2 weeks and i go to move my car. Start to slip in the clutch and roll foward not 2 feet when the car jolts and stops dead in its tracks. Get out of the car and what do i see but 4 quarts of oil on the ground with scattered metal schrapnel. Turn off the car look underneath and what do i find but a 6 inch gapping hole in the oil pan. I about shit my pants, because this being sunday, i have to go to summer school wednesday morning (being today) at 6 AM. So i start calling around all used auto shops. No one has oil pans, so i make a last ditch effort and call BMW. They have 1 left. $300. So my dad buys it, runs it up to camp for me. jack the car up and what do I find but that to change the pans i must remove the front sway bar, the anterior transmission cover, steering linkage, subframe mount and oil pump. POS. have it towed. Ends up 3 1/2 hours by a professional crew on in a pit with the car on a lift and im out 500 bones, half my summers pay check.
But at least i have a shiney oil pan now.
<span style='font-family:Geneva'><span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:red'>Fox</span></span> <span style='color:gray'>the Pirate</span>
Diplomacy is saying "nice doggy" until you find a rock.</span>
I live my life one quarter mile at a time, and for those 23 or more seconds I'm free.