Editor’s comment: “A long time ago, my dad taught me how to change the oil and filter, and do a tune up. Well, the days of a tune up are long gone, but I still change my own oil. Thought it was high time Adam learned how, too, with a 20 year old cassette tape of Tejano music recorded from a station in San Antonio playing in the background.”
   This, although not my first official auto work, was my first truly messy auto work. I changed the oil and oil filter in my dad’s car. The only mistake I made was attempting to move my hand before the oil spilled on it after pulling the plug. The oil was too fast, and as a result, the oil landed on my hand and then proceeded to drip on the garage floor, creating a small puddle. Other than that, the oil change was pretty uneventful, but Arianna and I notice that when you plug in a new oil bottle, the oil leaving and the air coming in together creates an effect that makes the bottle “breathe”, like when you pour milk too fast. Altogether, it was an interesting experience, but I was rewarded for my effort: I got to park the car when I was done.