Reminds me of a buddy who had an old Citroen with a 2 stroke engine when we were teenagers. He loved that car, mostly because it was different than anything anyone else had.
His senior year his sister’s car went in the shop just as she needed it for a trip out of state. Being a good brother he offered to let her use the Citroen IF she took care of it. He went over the car with her three times explaining the fuel tank, the oil tank and the spare tire and jack. He even LABELED the tanks as to which was which.
Four days after she left he got a call from his uncle. His sister had made it but the car hadn’t. She had put gas in the oil tank and oil in the gas tank.
He told his uncle to sell it for scrap.
He still hasn’t forgiven his sister.
Huge disrespect for her brother 7th