Little known fact: I met my husband at diesel mechanic school. For real. It was love at first site while we were slaving over a greasy & smelly 5-ton truck. Oh the good old days. How I miss them.
Fast forward 13 years later. I'm no longer any sort of mechanic. The once boytoy of my mechanic days is now my husband. He's still sort of a mechanic of a different breed.
Anyways. What's the point of this? Oh yes. My husband is extremely anal about automotive maintenance. He yells at me every chance I get if I don't get my oil changed on time. He drops insane cash getting the 30K, 60K, 90K, 120K, etc. etc. services done.
As much as I hate to admit it (because I rarely ever have to) - he is really right about being anal over maintenance. Our lovely Jeep Liberty is about to turn 8 years old and it's never had a problem. The only time that beloved gray beauty has been man-handled by a mechanic is by getting it's oil change or tires rotated. Sure, we got new tires for it - but that just comes with owning a car.
I'm going to go knock on wood now - I'll probably break down over the weekend.
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