Cars are one of only a few things a person can literally put blood, sweat and tears into. Feels good, even when it doesn't.
Those knuckles are looking mighty bare.
Bloodengine NOT appeased.
Its usually worse, but there’s no minimum fortunately.
Oddly enough, this Nissan Altima uses a lot of more uncommon metric sizes: 12, 14, 17. It uses 10 in some spots, but it's not real common away from the hood. GM, Ford, and Dodge like their 8, 10, 13, 15, and 18.
You know what is under the hood of a Nissan?
Razor blades...every fucking time I had to wrench or even so much as check the oil that fucker would take it's fill of my blood.
Great car, but a fucking vampire.
Ya call that a blood sacrifice boy? I've had hangnails worse than that! I once lost an entire hand to an Olds 88 fan blade. My buddy Jerry sewed it back on with fishing line. We wuz both pretty hammered at the time. Drove that Olds off a mountain top in the Rockies just to get even with it. I miss that car!
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