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On Topic question here. There are two things hanging down from my 55 F350. Is it a remnant of the rear main seal? Or is it a part of the gasket to the oil pan?
My truck definitely leaves it's mark. The neighbors are starting to complain about the oil my truck leaves on the street. The Department of Environmental Protection may start an investigation.
It's an oil stalactite. The origin is almost always a sense of denial and a beyond hopeful belief in spontaneous self healing for mechanical problems. Often, the denier will go to unusual lengths to pretend there is another cause for the drippage: Its the dog, I had a gas station burrito for lunch, dang kids...this sort of thing.
What can be done?
A serious problem requires a serious solution - one that is both effective and discreet. From the same minds that cured baldness with canned spray on hair (by Ronco!), the answer is, of course, the Engine Diaper. No need to fear the quiet resentment of neighbors and friends who mark the growing oil slick in your favorite parking spot so as to auction off the mineral rights. Or the owner of your favorite coffee shop who is in the local paper because there is a mysterious, and growing, apparition on the asphalt. Some say it looks like Jesus while others are insisting it is Chuck Norris. Either way, it has great facial hair. Could be mulch, not sure since no one has dared to look directly at it. May have to get Earl's nephew - who wears flip flops year round and smells faintly of PopTarts - to fire up his drone. Kid doesn't taik much but guys in dark suits with no sense of humor stop by his place often.
It's an oil stalactite. The origin is almost always a sense of denial and a beyond hopeful belief in spontaneous self healing for mechanical problems. Often, the denier will go to unusual lengths to pretend there is another cause for the drippage: Its the dog, I had a gas station burrito for lunch, dang kids...this sort of thing.
What can be done?
A serious problem requires a serious solution - one that is both effective and discreet. From the same minds that cured baldness with canned spray on hair (by Ronco!), the answer is, of course, the Engine Diaper. No need to fear the quiet resentment of neighbors and friends who mark the growing oil slick in your favorite parking spot so as to auction off the mineral rights. Or the owner of your favorite coffee shop who is in the local paper because there is a mysterious, and growing, apparition on the asphalt. Some say it looks like Jesus while others are insisting it is Chuck Norris. Either way, it has great facial hair. Could be mulch, not sure since no one has dared to look directly at it. May have to get Earl's nephew - who wears flip flops year round and smells faintly of PopTarts - to fire up his drone. Kid doesn't taik much but guys in dark suits with no sense of humor stop by his place often.
It's an oil stalactite. The origin is almost always a sense of denial and a beyond hopeful belief in spontaneous self healing for mechanical problems. Often, the denier will go to unusual lengths to pretend there is another cause for the drippage: Its the dog, I had a gas station burrito for lunch, dang kids...this sort of thing.
What can be done?
A serious problem requires a serious solution - one that is both effective and discreet. From the same minds that cured baldness with canned spray on hair (by Ronco!), the answer is, of course, the Engine Diaper. No need to fear the quiet resentment of neighbors and friends who mark the growing oil slick in your favorite parking spot so as to auction off the mineral rights. Or the owner of your favorite coffee shop who is in the local paper because there is a mysterious, and growing, apparition on the asphalt. Some say it looks like Jesus while others are insisting it is Chuck Norris. Either way, it has great facial hair. Could be mulch, not sure since no one has dared to look directly at it. May have to get Earl's nephew - who wears flip flops year round and smells faintly of PopTarts - to fire up his drone. Kid doesn't taik much but guys in dark suits with no sense of humor stop by his place often.
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