Originally Posted By: RGR
I think we all suffer from a common mental defect of some sort. With any normal person, collecting some oil, those crazy little numbers printed on the bottle that occasionally might match the ones listed in the manual, and throwing it at the car sporadically when they remember is probably good enough for a long and happy relationship.
But the wife knows...when I go stand in the garage for minutes at a time, critically examining the shelves lined with a stash of various brands and weights of motor oil, old and new, balancing the right combination of pour point, Noack, weight, light/heavy considerations within a given grade, warranty requirements, vehicle usage over next OCI, expected temperature during the next OCI.... not to bother me... as I derive just sheer pleasure from being in the presence of my hoard, no different than Smaug under the mountain.
A mental defect I say.
The wife is happy that it doesn't involve drugs, prostitutes, bars, beating her or the kids, MMA fighting for a living, and that it is fundamentally a cheap hobby that ultimately results in a cost savings to the household.
Hilarious.