I love these car stories. I know, it's a guy thing, but I still enjoy them.

My dad bought a new car when I was in high-school, and asked me to drive it up to 'his' favorite gas station and get gas. The car was about a week old.

The service guy at the station checked the oil and the water (they always did in the old days) and when he pulled his finger out of the radiator, oil was dripping off it.

He called my dad, dad called the car dealership. The OWNER of the dealership showed up shortly to drive me home; a brand new car was delivered to our home a couple of hours later.

Those were the good old days.