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early Honda CR-V.

i lived underneath a San Fransisco flat full of hot ladies. one of them needed her oil changed. me and my big dumb ass mouth.."err..i can do that"

she brings me an OEM filter and a box of oil. i got to work. the orientation of the filter was incredible. and it was on there tight!! i tried various methods..non destructive methods. i was going thru my strap wrenches..i got to this snap-on one with a hinged handle..i jam i up there and try to twist awkwardly..i hear a faint, "CLICK!" oh-o. i peek under and see that there is a plastic sending unit RIGHT THERE!! the handle leaned up hard and cracked it..$#$!@#$!@%!!!

her CR-V was blocking my car..so i had to take a damn bus downtown SF, go into HONDA parts..describe the mystery sending unit to the parts guy..who i remember as very unsympathetic about my social life..or lack of social life. take the bus back home..oh i bought the official HONDA oil filter socket thing. i sat in a bus seat that smelled like homeless piss..

crawled back under and did the job in another 10 minutes. that oil job cost me money!! and well, you know.."nothing happened". (not with her, but two of her roomates..high five!)