Becky's Woes for the Week...

"Hey Stan, how long do you think her"Check-Engine Light" has been on?"

Exerpts from Becky's e-mail this week:

I went to get an oil change (finally) on Monday and when I pulled into the lovely Valvoline garage, it was like pulling into the emergency room at the hospital. I started to hear phrases such as, "Dude, you gotta come get a look at this", and " Whoa man, it's leaking everywhere! I can't beleieve its runnin'!", coming from beneath my truck. Well, as I patiently sat in the truck hoping that it wasn't MY truck that they were talking about (trucks can hear too) the attendent approached me with my little red coupon in hand and gave me a hopeful smile letting me know that they would NOT give me an oil change. She then handed me a note of all the leaky parts and sent me on my way. Can you believe that? You know it's bad when the ghetto Valvoline station won't change your oil. So dad, if you are capable of fixing the rear main seal, front seal, oil pan gasket and valve covers, the job is all yours. This one might have to go to the professionals (not that you aren't a professsional, but you know what I mean).

Love,

Becky