![]() And even if they did, there’s a good chance they’d not know how to get it out of the can. Lord knows, if I had saved it, those un-named future generations wouldn’t be tempted to use it due to the fact that they may not know what “oil” is and likely will have no vehicle that they’d be tempted to pour it into. Well, at least about this particular Quaker State can. Future progeny – should there ever be any – will be saved a (hopefully) long off in the future conversation that starts with “Grandpa had SO MUCH CRAP….” This seemed like the responsible thing to do both environmentally and also personally. ![]() In the end, I decided to just take some pictures and to leave the can to ultimately be emptied into the big waste oil tank and to be finally recycled. And anyway, other than in the 47 year old Volvo, I no longer use dino oil in any of my cars. If it were single weight oil or something over 40W, then I couldn’t use it. It’s already like 350 million years old, right?īut then I noticed that there were no markings that I could see that indicated the grade inside the can. Then, I thought…Hummmmmm…this is unopened. Only, I’d make that a shelf in my office or living room because I actually like having stuff like this around. I thought for a moment – as I do about many many things I find at the dump – that I’d bring it home and put it on my shelf. And then who knows what happened? Did they get rid of the car? Did they only find oil in plastic the next time they went to do an oil change, so they bought that…and this poor can got shuffled onto the back of the shelf until…”Grandpa had so much crap in the garage! What did he think we were going to do with that?” No doubt left over from someone’s long ago oil change where they wound up buying one more quart than necessary. This particular can of Quaker State was unopened. Well, probably not just for me to find, but I’d be willing to bet that I may be the only person who happened upon the item and then set it up for a photo shoot. Somehow, a relic from the past had been deposited for me to find. Perhaps the last time I will ever see and hold something like this. And here it was just sitting around in what is more or less its natural environment. I haven’t seen one of these things outside of a museum in years. It stood out among the various plastic jugs and containers that littered that area. I ran across this bit of former everyday-ness at the waste oil disposal tank at my local dump transfer station last weekend.
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