Automotive Justice – Or, I Never Should Have Sold It
The 10W-40 Castrol dripping on my sweaty face added yet another dimension to the word “masochism.” I’d been under my ’65 TR-4 for 20 minutes trying to deal with the infamous canister element oil filter. Would the gasket leak? Will I have to spend another five minutes taking the securing nut off that mile-long thread?…