LowOil. Love it. Reminds me of when I was 18, on my own, poor, and knew nothing about maintaining my vehicles. The check-oil light came on. I kept driving. Thought I had at least 25 more miles like the low-fuel light. Threw a rod. Trashed that sucker. Bwahahaha!
The check-oil light came on. I kept driving.”
When we were in high school one of my really good looking female friends wanted a new car. Her dad said she had to sell the one she had first. Guy came to look at it. First thing he did was check the oil level. It was almost non-existent. She told him that when the oil was last changed, the guy who did it lost the dipstick and had to replace it with one that was a lot shorter. Plenty of oil - dipstick was just too short to read it. Guy bought the car. Never underestimate the salesmanship of a cute seventeen-year-old in really short jean shorts!