Crazy Sunday

I got up this morning and headed out for a drive that ended up lasting several hours. I drove toward Zionsville in the Midget to stop at a few nurseries (I need some arborvitae for my backyard) and to try and locate some billboards I had designed at work. I only found two billboards but ended up stopping at 3 or 4 different nurseries. I definitely got some color from the sun, and the car drove great. At this point, the only thing I haven't been able to fix yet on the Midget is the reverse light switch. I've ordered two from Moss whose product descriptions fit my year/engine, but both have been much too small. So I'm not sure what now. I have a month to sort it out until inspection is up.



Then when I returned home, I changed the oil in the Mini. I waited much too long to do this...especially since the engine and transmission share the same supply. Although the manual says to get the car up in the air, it can somewhat easily be done without doing so. The drain plug is located near the front of the car and can be accessed from underneath. The filter, though also accessible from the bottom, can be reached more easily by removing the front grill. This is the approach I took.




As I was working on the car, a guy and his dog stopped at the foot of my driveway and asked if the car was a Mini (the guy did; not the dog). Turns out he's originally from Britain and guess what his first car was? He's not the first person I met that this was the case. For some reason, he didn't want to walk up the driveway and take a look at it, even though I presented the invitation. So we conveniently yelled out our conversation for the next 10 minutes at an awkward distance. He asked the usual questions and went along his way. He had a British accent, which is cool. I couldn't pick up the dog's dialect.