Poverty is not a vice, but a motive. There is more about money, but where are we and where are they? And the car needs a service: spring, summer cottage, hope for Anapa. And in order for the sob, which is time for disassembly, to reach the end point, you need to wave at least candles, filters and oil. We scrap the candles right away – it’s expensive. Let’s enjoy a devilish cocktail of all the liquids found in the garage and rub it with a cloth. New, still looks, even the electrode is still visible.
Oil is a problem. Gutalin, not oil. You need to look at the discounts, and then read on the Internet that it doesn’t matter what kind of lubricant is in the engine, the main thing is to change it more often. The oil filter by a cunning marketer, crafted to enrich transnational corporations by selecting them from the population, is made inseparable. It wouldn’t be like in Moskvich: he unrolled the bottle, took it out, washed it with diesel fuel and put it back. Everywhere they draw a penny mercantile!
Whether “air”. The raking hands have not reached it yet: everything is visible, accessible, you can use it forever. On the Internet they write that it is enough just to vacuum it, and then wash it in a typewriter until the woman sees it. And it gets, they say, like from the factory, only better. Serious?