Make sure that
my valves are adjusted by myself, each and every 5,000km or 3 months, whichever comes
first.
Change the oil by myself, every 5,000km or every three
months, whichever comes first.
Occasionally thumb my nose at the various
quickie oil/lube places when I pass them by.
Never race or lug the engine on uphills or downhills.
Lay awake at night, thinking about what that noise was
when I drove home from work yesterday.
Include something about VWs in almost every
conversation with my SO (Significant Other).
Take the nagging, cursing and screaming that my SO
gives me for the previously mentioned act.
For at least 10 minutes every week, I will lay on my
back underneath my VW, talking to it and myself and contemplating future maintenance and
modification of it.
Make sure that my greasy garage cloths are kept
separate from the rest of the laundry.
Have at least three manuals devoted to my VWs
model year
Keep my greasy mitts off my SOs clean towels.
Be damn sure to wear my car working
clothes and not my good ones when I proceed to do ANY work on my VW.
I will keep a set of car working clothes
or overalls in my VW at all times for emergency repair work.
I will keep a tube or tub of hand-cleaner in my VW at
all times.
That the top ten items on my
Christmas/Birthday/Anniversary list are VW-related.
At least 3 of my shirts and hats have some kind of VW
emblem on them.
I know all of the VW parts and service shops in town,
and have memorised all of their phone numbers.
Own a torque wrench and understand how to use it.
Keep a record book of my VWs maintenance
history.
Keep pictures of my VW in the family photo album,
occasionally with pictures of family etc.
Learn to keep a spare clutch cable in my VW.
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Make sure the top five phone numbers on all my phone
lists are VW-related.
My desk at work has VW related items on it.
My computer at work has a scanned picture of my VW as
background wallpaper.
Make sure that when anyone at work has a problem with
their VW, or want to buy one, or even want to know about them, I am the first person they
ask.
Ensure that the work lunch room has plenty of VW
magazines to balance the boring New Ideas and Women's Weekly.
Be the only one to add or take fluids to or from my
VW, and only the best stuff at that.
Insist, when pulled over by the cops, that my VW
couldnt possibly have been going that fast.
When the cop looks in the engine bay, mention that the
engine is completely stock, even those twin Webers that were a special rare factory
fitting for VWs sold in Pooncarie.
When replacing the muffler, keep the urge to go for a
drive up the road without an exhaust down to only a couple of trips.
When the neighbours keep me awake at night with a loud
party, I will use the following morning at 7am to remove my exhaust and check the RPM
limit.
And finally, understand that I am a VW nut and not
everyone understands why I eat, drink, breathe, stink and sleep Volkswagens. I only accept
that I do, and therefore will act and behave accordingly.
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