Having just repaired a wheel on Rusty and finding myself alone at home I said to myself: “myself, I bet we need to go for a ‘test drive’”. About five minutes later I said “myself , why not stop in at that service station for some fuel?” So in I go and dip my dipstick into the cowl tank ... 5 gallons, I guess no fuel for me.
Next as I decided what I really need to do is to lie down on the ground and roll around under the car... why the h... not? So as I got down on my butt I notice a fellow over by the air hose watching me. When I rolled under Rusty he broke away from his duties as a local vagrant and approached the car.
He looks at me and says “CHECKIN’ YOUR OIL? HAW, HAW, HAW!!!!!”
I thought about not responding or being a real smart ass like he was trying to be. I even thought about a Bill Engvall response. Instead I decided to play it straight and said “yes I am”. He says what the f... don’t you have a dipstick? I got him to look under as I opened the top stop-cock to a dribble of oil. As I got up I gave him my standard “ no oil pump, no fuel pump, no water pump” speech. He was really amazed and turned out to be a pleasant guy.
After that first snarky “question” he ended up asking a bunch of serious ones about model Ts.
Way to be a good ambassador for the hobby!