My first love was a 1981 Toyota Corolla. Oh, how I loved that little car. We went everywhere together: to the beach, to the mall, across the state to a water park with all our friends. We were inseparable. But no amount of love can save a car from a week’s worth of driving around with no coolant and a bad oil leak. What can I say? I was young and foolish and never learned basic auto maintenance.
In my defense, the plastic cover over the instrument panel was a cloudy mess, having been cleaned with Windex or some other alcohol-based cleaner by a previous owner. The oil pressure and engine temperature gauges were obscured, with a small portion of the gas gauge the only readable instrument.
Had I known that olive oil would have fixed my cloudy instrument panel, my first love might not have ended in a blown engine and a broken heart.