Nope, not the one on the vehicle.... The pan that was a fixture on <most> garage floors/driveways in the 1950s/60s. Was walking down a dirt logging road early today and noticed a "splat" of motor oil in the center of the road every 20 feet or so...was thinking that cars for the past -- what -- 20 years, 30 years -- just don't leak as the cars of yesteryear leaked. Suppose it is better engineering. Guess not a real point here, just the thoughts of a retired guy walking down the road on a rainy January day...
When I was out to see my folks in northeastern Pennsylvania, they have an old Allis Chalmers backhoe: Lets just say to fill the 30 yard bin behind it, we worked the hydraulics hard . What you describe of the logging road matches the rate of hydraulic fluid exiting the hose on the boom. But we got the bin filled to the brim and it served its job.
A largish, low-walled rectangular pan, semi-permanently ensconced under a car's engine bay on garage floor? I vaguely remember those. I picked up this oil drain pan in the early eighties. These days for oil draining I use a no-spill can with a large funnel, saves scraping/wiping the oil out of the old pan. But I still use the old pan, for spill insurance, messy parts cleaning:
Yeps. Some substituted a large square of cardboard, but that had it's problem if it was outisde in the wind. Actually think last time I used an oil drip pan was around 1980 at my apartment in Covina, CA while I was going to school at Cal Poly Pomona. Was living with a girlfriend, whom later became wife. In those days finding an apartment owner that would rent to an unmarried couple was not easy -- at least in Southern California.
Shoo, showing up with an oil pan should be a plus...showed I was clean and responsible!! What's that new thing you have next to your name...a hook and tackle for the White Whale??? Was just thinking though. Don't know about other folks, and maybe it was I only applied to "respectable" places, but, it was near impossible in the mid '70's for an unmarried couple to rent an apartment. Oh, sure, we could have lied, but, that was (and is not) the way I do things.
I played house with my girlfriend (now wife) for a couple of years before we tied the knot. It was originally a hard sell for my religious mother, but then she met her and understood. Now she has 2 grandkids and the daughter she never had. The long interview process is a good way to make sure everyone knows what they are getting into.
