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The difference how men and women change oil :)

Czar

Lifer
Oil Changing Instructions for Women

1) Pull up to Jiffy Lube when the mileage reaches 3000 since the last oil
change.

2) Drink a cup of coffee.

3) 15 minutes later, write a check and leave with a properly maintained
vehicle.

Money spent: $20.00 for oil change $1.00 for coffee
Total = $21.00


Oil Changing Instructions for Men

1) Go to O' Reillys auto parts and write a check for $50.00
for oil, filter, kitty Litter, hand cleaner and a scented tree.

2) Discover that the used oil container is full.
Instead of taking it back to O'Reilly to recycle, dump in hole in back
yard.

3) Open a beer and drink it.

4) Jack car up. Spend 30 minutes looking for jack stands.

5) In frustration, open another beer and drink it.

6) Place drain pan under engine.

7) Look for 9/16 box end wrench.

8) Give up and use crescent wrench.

9) Unscrew drain plug.

10) Drop drain plug in pan of hot oil: get hot oil on you in process.

11) Clean up mess.

12) Have another beer while watching oil drain.

13) Look for oil filter wrench.

14) Give up; poke oil filter with screwdriver and twist off.

15) Beer.

16) Buddy shows up; finish case of beer with him. Finish oil change
tomorrow.

17) Next day, drag pan full of old oil out from underneath car.

18) Throw kitty litter on oil spilled during step 18.

19) Beer. No, drank it all yesterday.

20) Walk to 7-11; buy beer.

21) Dump first quart of fresh oil into engine.

22) Remember drain plug from step 11.

23) Hurry to find drain plug in drain pan.

24) Discover that the used oil is buried in a hole in the back yard, along
with drain plug.

25) Drink beer.

26) Uncover hole and sift for drain plug.

27) Discover that first quart of fresh oil is now on the floor.

28) Drink beer.

29) Slip with wrench tightening drain plug and bang knuckles on frame.

30) Bang head on floor boards in reaction to step 31.

31) Begin cussing fit.

32) Throw wrench.

33) Beer.

34) Clean up hands and forehead and bandage as required to stop blood flow.

35) Beer.

36) Beer.

37) Dump in five fresh quarts of oil.

38) Beer.

39) Lower car from jack stands.

40) Accidentally crush one of the jack stands.

41) Move car back to apply more kitty litter to fresh oil spilled during
step 23.

42) Beer.

43) Test drive car.

44) Get pulled over: arrested for driving under the influence.

47) Car gets impounded.

45) Make bail: Get car from impound yard.

Money spent:
$50.00 parts
$25.00 beer
$75.00 replacement set of jack stands
$1,000.00 Bail
$200.00 Impound and towing fee Total = $1350.00
 
Was it really necessary to walk to the 7-11 to get more beer? Let's be honest, if you don't keep a few spare cases lying around, you don't deserve to change your own oil. On the other hand, you could just call up a friend and have him bring a case over. Also, most men can't just drain then refill their engines with oil. You gotta take that sucker apart and clean out the inside. After 1000 miles, that oil gets dirty and dirtys up the inside of your engine. Thus we need to add a hoist, about 3 more cases of beer (if you are a light drinker), fire extinguisher to put out the flames when you clean your parts with gasoline, siphen hose (to get the gas out of the gas tank to clean the parts), creeper (despite the fact that you are hoisting the engine out), old clothes to use as rags (because you spent all your money on other stuff and can't buy regular rags), about four size 10 metric sockets because they just keep disappearing. Anything else?
 
This is sooooo true. 😀

This is almost verbatim of the last time I changed the "earl" in my truck. I wake up bright and early to do it, around 8am. My sister saw me changing it, so of course, her car is magically at the 3k mark and needs it changed also. She is going to work and won't be back till later. Going from a lifted 98 Ford Ranger pickup to a Plymouth Neon takes some SERIOUS adaptation, right off the bat, and her car is possessed. It is straight from hell. Nothing ever goes right or easy on this damn POS. Anyway, my oil took half an hour from start to finish. Her oil took me the rest of the day. I lost about a cup of blood in the process, and managed to find out that the last place she got her oil changed stripped out the drain plug, so they epoxied it, then Mig welded it. I am laying on the ground on our gravel driveway, ripping off the oil pan on a 99 Neon in a pouring rain, bleeding and cussing, soaking wet. Well, Neons have real low ground clearance, and require jackstands to change the oil. The rain made the ground soft, and the jackstands shifted. A 8 zillion ton car comes crashing down on me, breaking my collar bone, and REALLY pissing me off. Somehow I manage to lift up the front of the car enough to get out (With a broken collar bone). I go in the house to get a couple of shots of whiskey and a cig to numb the pain a tad so I can finish this, then go to the hospital. My chest is scratched all down the front, so that requires another shot of whiskey.

After an hour, a little numb at this point, I go out, and finish up the car. Oil pan is the wrong shape. Forgot the gasket. I screw up the first gasket and need a new one. I strip a bolt, and drill it out and the battery dies on the drill. Hours later, I finally get it done. I take it for a quick spin down to the hospital to check for leaks and get this painfull ass collarbone set, when I get pulled over for no tail lights. Turns out when the car fell off the jackstands, it cut a wire for the back lights. Well, he doesen't believe my hospital story, car from hell story, and he keeps sniffing me because he sure as hell doesn't believe I haven't been drinking 🙂. I get a warning to get it fixed, and he follows me to the hospital. I get my collar bone set, and right afterwards he comes in to get blood to see if I am intoxicated. I spend half an hour fighting with the trooper saying this was done wrong, yadda yadda. I allow the test, and find out I am well within safe limits anyway. I leave the hospital, and forget my wallet.

I finally get home at almost midnight. About 10 min later my sis rolls in with her friends, comming back from a dance club. By my expression, she didn't talk to me for 2 days. 😀 BTW, my collarbone on the left side is still shifted from the torture I put it through, and after that I have vowed to never change oil again. I even take the truck to Jiffy Lube.
 


<< This is sooooo true. 😀

This is almost verbatim of the last time I changed the "earl" in my truck. I wake up bright and early to do it, around 8am. My sister saw me changing it, so of course, her car is magically at the 3k mark and needs it changed also. She is going to work and won't be back till later. Going from a lifted 98 Ford Ranger pickup to a Plymouth Neon takes some SERIOUS adaptation, right off the bat, and her car is possessed. It is straight from hell. Nothing ever goes right or easy on this damn POS. Anyway, my oil took half an hour from start to finish. Her oil took me the rest of the day. I lost about a cup of blood in the process, and managed to find out that the last place she got her oil changed stripped out the drain plug, so they epoxied it, then Mig welded it. I am laying on the ground on our gravel driveway, ripping off the oil pan on a 99 Neon in a pouring rain, bleeding and cussing, soaking wet. Well, Neons have real low ground clearance, and require jackstands to change the oil. The rain made the ground soft, and the jackstands shifted. A 8 zillion ton car comes crashing down on me, breaking my collar bone, and REALLY pissing me off. Somehow I manage to lift up the front of the car enough to get out (With a broken collar bone). I go in the house to get a couple of shots of whiskey and a cig to numb the pain a tad so I can finish this, then go to the hospital. My chest is scratched all down the front, so that requires another shot of whiskey.

After an hour, a little numb at this point, I go out, and finish up the car. Oil pan is the wrong shape. Forgot the gasket. I screw up the first gasket and need a new one. I strip a bolt, and drill it out and the battery dies on the drill. Hours later, I finally get it done. I take it for a quick spin down to the hospital to check for leaks and get this painfull ass collarbone set, when I get pulled over for no tail lights. Turns out when the car fell off the jackstands, it cut a wire for the back lights. Well, he doesen't believe my hospital story, car from hell story, and he keeps sniffing me because he sure as hell doesn't believe I haven't been drinking 🙂. I get a warning to get it fixed, and he follows me to the hospital. I get my collar bone set, and right afterwards he comes in to get blood to see if I am intoxicated. I spend half an hour fighting with the trooper saying this was done wrong, yadda yadda. I allow the test, and find out I am well within safe limits anyway. I leave the hospital, and forget my wallet.

I finally get home at almost midnight. About 10 min later my sis rolls in with her friends, comming back from a dance club. By my expression, she didn't talk to me for 2 days. 😀 BTW, my collarbone on the left side is still shifted from the torture I put it through, and after that I have vowed to never change oil again. I even take the truck to Jiffy Lube.
>>



See, your first mistake was helping your sister. I've helped with my sister's car and computer, and no matter what you do, you'll still end up screwed. Now, I just tell her where to take it, and I dont get b!tched at, even though it costs her more cash and takes longer.
 
Women actually get the oil changed?! 😉

There's only one thing it left out, in between step 14 and 15 there is "burn hand on exaust manifold because a really bright engineer routed the exaust in such a way that you have to reach around the manifold in order to get to the oil filter".

ZV
 
LOL, oil changing advice for women

Smile sweetly at the right dude, wait 1/2 hour.. oil change done

cost- none 😀
 


<<

See, your first mistake was helping your sister. I've helped with my sister's car and computer, and no matter what you do, you'll still end up screwed. Now, I just tell her where to take it, and I dont get b!tched at, even though it costs her more cash and takes longer.
>>



Don't help anyone change their oil! I nearly broke my hand trying to loosen the oil filter in my friend's explorer. The wrench slipped and my hand hit something (I'm not sure what) very very hard.
 
man, I just pay the $20 every time, its 10x easier, and they fill up your tires and check fluid levels and all that great stuff.....
 
so what started this thread? did MrsSkoorb have to tell Skoorb how to change the oil too!? :Q 😉






j/k Skoorb, you know i am kidding. 😛
 
Too Funny.....

Actually it only took me 15 minutes to change it in my old mustang as well, and that included time to jack the car and the jackstands and all...I had a system 🙂

Personally would never go to Jiffy Lube as I know many who worked there and they confided in me some of what goes on...almost as scary as what happens at McDonalds
 
My girlfriend only waited 8000 miles to get her oil changed last time around... Wonder how long her car will last with habits like that.

Don't chicks understand anything!!?!???
 


<< This is sooooo true. 😀

This is almost verbatim of the last time I changed the "earl" in my truck. I wake up bright and early to do it, around 8am. My sister saw me changing it, so of course, her car is magically at the 3k mark and needs it changed also. She is going to work and won't be back till later. Going from a lifted 98 Ford Ranger pickup to a Plymouth Neon takes some SERIOUS adaptation, right off the bat, and her car is possessed. It is straight from hell. Nothing ever goes right or easy on this damn POS. Anyway, my oil took half an hour from start to finish. Her oil took me the rest of the day. I lost about a cup of blood in the process, and managed to find out that the last place she got her oil changed stripped out the drain plug, so they epoxied it, then Mig welded it. I am laying on the ground on our gravel driveway, ripping off the oil pan on a 99 Neon in a pouring rain, bleeding and cussing, soaking wet. Well, Neons have real low ground clearance, and require jackstands to change the oil. The rain made the ground soft, and the jackstands shifted. A 8 zillion ton car comes crashing down on me, breaking my collar bone, and REALLY pissing me off. Somehow I manage to lift up the front of the car enough to get out (With a broken collar bone). I go in the house to get a couple of shots of whiskey and a cig to numb the pain a tad so I can finish this, then go to the hospital. My chest is scratched all down the front, so that requires another shot of whiskey.

After an hour, a little numb at this point, I go out, and finish up the car. Oil pan is the wrong shape. Forgot the gasket. I screw up the first gasket and need a new one. I strip a bolt, and drill it out and the battery dies on the drill. Hours later, I finally get it done. I take it for a quick spin down to the hospital to check for leaks and get this painfull ass collarbone set, when I get pulled over for no tail lights. Turns out when the car fell off the jackstands, it cut a wire for the back lights. Well, he doesen't believe my hospital story, car from hell story, and he keeps sniffing me because he sure as hell doesn't believe I haven't been drinking 🙂. I get a warning to get it fixed, and he follows me to the hospital. I get my collar bone set, and right afterwards he comes in to get blood to see if I am intoxicated. I spend half an hour fighting with the trooper saying this was done wrong, yadda yadda. I allow the test, and find out I am well within safe limits anyway. I leave the hospital, and forget my wallet.

I finally get home at almost midnight. About 10 min later my sis rolls in with her friends, comming back from a dance club. By my expression, she didn't talk to me for 2 days. 😀 BTW, my collarbone on the left side is still shifted from the torture I put it through, and after that I have vowed to never change oil again. I even take the truck to Jiffy Lube.
>>



This along with your tractor/gardening story makes me wonder if you should stop trying to be a handy man altogether. Wow... I mean really... wow.

Ryan
 


<< Women actually get the oil changed?! 😉

There's only one thing it left out, in between step 14 and 15 there is "burn hand on exaust manifold because a really bright engineer routed the exaust in such a way that you have to reach around the manifold in order to get to the oil filter".

ZV
>>

The exhaust is on the back of my engine and the oil filter is on the front.
 


<< I change my own oil because I want certain oil and certain filters... and it only takes 15 mins... >>

It takes me more than 15 minutes but I do a thorough job checking over the car.
 


<< LOL, oil changing advice for women

Smile sweetly at the right dude, wait 1/2 hour.. oil change done

cost- none 😀
>>


Not really. Do what Julia Roberts does in Erin Brockovich. Do you think that a smile is enough for guys? 😉 Well.. I guess if you pick the "right" dude.. 🙂
 
Money spent:
$50.00 parts
$25.00 beer
$75.00 replacement set of jack stands
$1,000.00 Bail
$200.00 Impound and towing fee Total = $1350.00

Satisfied look on your face after you've changed the oil: PRICELESS.
There are some things you can't buy. For everything else, there's BEER.


😀
 


<< I change my own oil because I want certain oil and certain filters... and it only takes 15 mins... >>




Me too, but takes like 30-45min including the clean up.

I can do it much quicker if I had access to right facility and don't have to clean up after each oil change. I use Napa premium filter and Pennzoil oil.

Clean up:

pick up the drip catch newspaper from the ground, clean and put the tools away, pour oil from pan to jugs for curbside collection and finally put the pan away.

I guess I can also dispose the oil by dumping it over sleeping bags and matresses bums leave around the town. That would be good except there is a risk of environmental pollution and fire. Otherwise kill two birds with one stone. Dispose off of oil and evict bums.
 
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