I am shocked and appalled. <g> A gathering of manly men who build guns and grunt and build things that make loud noise and blow up, and you jest about oil changes? The picture may be accurate, but we should revel in the oil under our fingernails, exhalt in that first gush of hot oil as it pours all over your hand as you try vainly to get the drain plug out, and sing the sounds of manliness that comes from owning a race jack just to pump up the front end of the wife's minivan once every three months or 3000 miles. These things should bring out the inner-neaderthal in us, not be cause for lightsided humor.
So what if I own five oil filter wrenches in my quest for "the right one"? So what if I have a Dymo label maker just to print the next due oil change and stick it under the door seal? The manly side of life is escaping us.....
