I know you do it because I do it too. The oil aisle calls like a siren whether you're at at a gas station, mini mart, or anywhere else where there might be something interesting. Here's a little anecdote to keep you motivated:
While passing through the tiny hamlet of Calipatria, CA, in the only gas station/deli in town, I wandered over to the sad little oil section. Chevron, sure... Pennzoil, mmm-hmmm... White Star, what the heck is that [censored]?... And on the very bottom shelf, in the back, covered in dust, 6 liters of Elf Excellium NF price-gun tagged at $1.99 per liter. Happy hunting, all.
While passing through the tiny hamlet of Calipatria, CA, in the only gas station/deli in town, I wandered over to the sad little oil section. Chevron, sure... Pennzoil, mmm-hmmm... White Star, what the heck is that [censored]?... And on the very bottom shelf, in the back, covered in dust, 6 liters of Elf Excellium NF price-gun tagged at $1.99 per liter. Happy hunting, all.
