Stealership Oil Change Rant
4.6L = 1.22 gallons.
From the pics, looks to me like the proper amount was in the MINI. If you did not put back in the portion from the second milk jug, I suspect you are running low on oil by .75 to 1.0 liters.
From the pics, looks to me like the proper amount was in the MINI. If you did not put back in the portion from the second milk jug, I suspect you are running low on oil by .75 to 1.0 liters.
Brake pedal spongy
does anybody knows why the brake pedal feels spongy after I changed the front brake pads on my 2008 miniclubman s? I replace with semi metalic premium pads. Also I tried to reset the computer and the number of miles left (3600) to change the front brakes does not change. the computer resets but the miles to go does not change.
Bleeding the system is a sure way to firm up brake pedals, and gets rid of old fluid that has attracted moisture thru use and age. I would do this first. Make sure to use the correct DOT fluid for the vehicle. I usually use another person to help me with brake bleeding, because i do it manually.
Now, after serious contemplation from all of the responses, I was checking the oil cold, as we all do on V-6 and V-6 American engines where the filter is on the bottom of the engine. I fully admit my guilt. Realizing that the french engine has the filter on the TOP, it must be warmed up so the filter can capture the oil, but 4 quarts of oil with this in mind puts the reading dead center in the dipstick. This is without changing the filter, because I am a cheap and retired SOB!

OK, your rant has got me thinking. After 1 year of ownership and 2 dealership oil changes here is what I think. The only time I could check my oil and get a reading on the dipstick was when the car was new, before my first oil change. After my first change I could not get a reading (it always read high) without going through a convoluted procedure of measuring with a ruler. When I went back for my second oil change I queried the tech about the amount they were putting in. He said at one time they put in 5 qts but changed to 4.5 (or 4.6 I can't remember) because of complaints of high oil readings. After the second change I still get a slightly high reading (with this pos dipstick you can't see the difference between 1oz high and 1gal high). There are 2 possible conclusions that come to mind.
- This engine hides a small amount of oil that is not drainable. For my high readings it could be as little as 1 to 2 ozs once again due to the pos dipstick when trying to read overfill. Is all the oil in the turbo drainable?
- Your dealer and mine (perhaps others as well) are not allowing enough time to drain all the oil when changing. Once again it wouldn't take much as any thing over the top nub is unreadable (1oz? or 1gal? who knows).
- Pull out and wipe.
- Measure the distance between the bottom of the yellow plastic and the point where the yellow is when inserted all the way into the tube.
- Push the dipstick into the tube until the bottom of the yellow hangs up, contacts the tube.
- Pull it out and measure up from indicated level (about 1/2 way up the normal area on the dipstick) the distance from step 2.
- The end of the measurement should be close to the top of the nub (mine is always about 1/16 inch above which is why I can never get a good conventional reading).
This seems like a lot of work but after you do it a couple of times you can read the partially inserted dipstick without measuring. The level will be about 1/2 way up the normal zone and it will be highly visible.
gary
gary
does anybody knows why the brake pedal feels spongy after I changed the front brake pads on my 2008 miniclubman s? I replace with semi metalic premium pads. Also I tried to reset the computer and the number of miles left (3600) to change the front brakes does not change. the computer resets but the miles to go does not change.
Now, after serious contemplation from all of the responses, I was checking the oil cold, as we all do on V-8 and V-6 American engines where the filter is on the bottom of the engine. I fully admit my guilt. Realizing that the french engine has the filter on the TOP, it must be warmed up so the filter can capture the oil, but 4 quarts of oil with this in mind puts the reading dead center in the dipstick. This is without changing the filter, because I am a cheap and retired SOB!

Other threads on this Forum discuss the importance of keeping the engine oil completely topped off at all times. This has to do with the timing chain problems and noises experienced by many. You might want to check some of these postings and add the rest of the oil you had theoretically left over.
Considering this "rant" about too much oil from the dealer, I can just imagine the rant if people discovered they were less than full of oil after a dealer oil change.
OK, I am now officially confused.
facts :
1.They over filled the car 1st oil change. Gallon and a half pulled out and oil in the filter. they MUST have over filled it by a quart.
2. 2nd oil change it was 2 inches OVER the mark, even after a 25 mile drive back to the dealer, with the service advisor standing there and waiting 5 min, oil checked infront of him, and it was at least inch over the mark, (hot). Then he gets service manager because i proved it to him.
3.Drain oil this am and get just a tad over 5 quarts. Leveled it off to the mark and have maybe 1 1/2 cups left over.
What happened to the rest of the oil? why is it so much lower after only 2 days? 100 miles max i would say. Was there a air bubble someplace? Is it hiding still? Did the car eat it out while driving? I doubt it. Been thinkin about this all day long.
facts :
1.They over filled the car 1st oil change. Gallon and a half pulled out and oil in the filter. they MUST have over filled it by a quart.
2. 2nd oil change it was 2 inches OVER the mark, even after a 25 mile drive back to the dealer, with the service advisor standing there and waiting 5 min, oil checked infront of him, and it was at least inch over the mark, (hot). Then he gets service manager because i proved it to him.
3.Drain oil this am and get just a tad over 5 quarts. Leveled it off to the mark and have maybe 1 1/2 cups left over.
What happened to the rest of the oil? why is it so much lower after only 2 days? 100 miles max i would say. Was there a air bubble someplace? Is it hiding still? Did the car eat it out while driving? I doubt it. Been thinkin about this all day long.
Have you read the oil dipstick thread that expands why multiple checks on the dipstick are needed?
* https://www.northamericanmotoring.co...-2011-a-3.html
Scroll down past half to OceanMini2 posts; it explains a lot.
- Erik
* https://www.northamericanmotoring.co...-2011-a-3.html
Scroll down past half to OceanMini2 posts; it explains a lot.
- Erik
OK, I am now officially confused.
facts :
1.They over filled the car 1st oil change. Gallon and a half pulled out and oil in the filter. they MUST have over filled it by a quart.
2. 2nd oil change it was 2 inches OVER the mark, even after a 25 mile drive back to the dealer, with the service advisor standing there and waiting 5 min, oil checked infront of him, and it was at least inch over the mark, (hot). Then he gets service manager because i proved it to him.
3.Drain oil this am and get just a tad over 5 quarts. Leveled it off to the mark and have maybe 1 1/2 cups left over.
What happened to the rest of the oil? why is it so much lower after only 2 days? 100 miles max i would say. Was there a air bubble someplace? Is it hiding still? Did the car eat it out while driving? I doubt it. Been thinkin about this all day long.
facts :
1.They over filled the car 1st oil change. Gallon and a half pulled out and oil in the filter. they MUST have over filled it by a quart.
2. 2nd oil change it was 2 inches OVER the mark, even after a 25 mile drive back to the dealer, with the service advisor standing there and waiting 5 min, oil checked infront of him, and it was at least inch over the mark, (hot). Then he gets service manager because i proved it to him.
3.Drain oil this am and get just a tad over 5 quarts. Leveled it off to the mark and have maybe 1 1/2 cups left over.
What happened to the rest of the oil? why is it so much lower after only 2 days? 100 miles max i would say. Was there a air bubble someplace? Is it hiding still? Did the car eat it out while driving? I doubt it. Been thinkin about this all day long.
That's it!
I surrender.
Bluefox and oreod, i'm scratchin that into my shock pillar.
4.6 and the hell with it.
I have been SOOOOO **** on my cars since my first one, but this takes the Prize as the craziest engine ever.
Thank You all!
I surrender.
Bluefox and oreod, i'm scratchin that into my shock pillar.
4.6 and the hell with it.
I have been SOOOOO **** on my cars since my first one, but this takes the Prize as the craziest engine ever.
Thank You all!
It's not just dealers that over fill. Any time you have someone else change your oil there is a good risk they will over fill because in their minds it's safer than under filling and your engine burning up. Simple as that.
Always check your oil after a service! On all your cars.
Always check your oil after a service! On all your cars.
I feel that it is my duty to begin a course of careful, planned, and coordinated action. But before I continue, allow me to explain that if my stealership were to get its hands on the levers of power it'd immediately spoil the whole Zen Buddhist New Age mystical rock-worshipping aura of our body chakras. If you don't believe me then consider that it will not be easy to do something good for others. Nevertheless, we must attempt to do exactly that for the overriding reason that the pen is a powerful tool. Why don't we use that tool to present a noble vision of who we were, who we are, and who we can potentially be? I mean, every so often you'll see my stealership lament, flog itself, cry mea culpa for shattering other people's lives and dreams, and vow never again to be so flighty. Sadly, it always reverts to its old behavior immediately afterwards, making me think that I've managed to come up with a way in which its essays could be made useful. My stealership's essays could be used by the instructors of college courses as a final examination of sorts. Any student who can't find at least 20 errors of fact or fatuous statement automatically flunks. Extra credit goes to students who realize that we and my stealership surely need to call a truce on our arguments over irrationalism. Unfortunately, my stealership will refuse to accept any such truce, as its whole raison d'être is to promote irrationalism in all its contentious forms.
Let me quote to you from the words of my attorney: "Sexist polluters gobble up my stealership's pathetic conclusions like golden morsels of despotism." I have reason to believe that my stealership is about to do the devil's work. I pray that I'm wrong, of course, because the outcome could be devastating. Nevertheless, the indications are there that if we don't make a genuine contribution to human society, our children will curse us in our graves. Speaking of our children, we need to teach them diligently that my stealership is a serial exaggerator. If I were to be less kind, I'd say it's a liar. Either way, my stealership relies heavily on "useful idiots", that is, people who unwittingly do my stealership's dirty work for it. Without its swarms of useful idiots, my stealership would not have been able to conceal the fact that I frequently wish to tell it that I aver that there is more wisdom to be found in three of Aesop's fables than in the sum total of everything that my stealership has ever written. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue.
You may have noticed that I'm sure my stealership seriously believes that it has been robbed of all it does not possess, seeing how its selective memory works. But you don't know the half of it. For starters, my stealership hates it when you say that it has a morbid fascination with all that is inferior, debased, deformed, irascible, and foolhardy. It really hates it when you say that. Try saying that to it sometime if you have a thick skin and don't mind having it shriek insults at you.
It seems clear that my stealership is the high priest of zabernism. But we ought to look at the matter in a broader framework before we draw final conclusions on the subject: We see that my stealership's hastily mounted campaigns are destructive. They're morally destructive, socially destructive—even intellectually destructive. And, as if that weren't enough, my stealership was a diversivolent ninny when I first encountered it. My stealership is a diversivolent ninny now. And there is no more reason for believing that my stealership will ever cease to be a diversivolent ninny than there is for supposing that the most valuable skill one can have is the ability to lie convincingly.
Everybody is probably familiar with the cliche that we are indeed living in duplicitous times. Well, there's a lot of truth in that cliche. No matter what else we do, our first move must be to educate everyone about how for all of my stealership's professed concern for human rights, it has yet to take a firm and unambiguous stand against those dishonest yobbos who foster suspicion—if not hatred—of "outsiders". That's the first step: education. Education alone is not enough, of course. We must also educate the public on a range of issues. I don't just want to make a point. I don't just want to oppugn my stealership's self-centered manifestos. I'm here to give an alternate solution, a better one. I don't just ask rhetorical questions; I have answers. That's why I'm telling you that I call upon my stealership to stop its oppression, lies, immorality, and debauchery. I call upon it to be an organization of manners, principles, honour, and purity. And finally, I call upon it to forgo its desire to cater to the basest instincts of materialistic ingrates.
Sure, my stealership talks the talk but does it walk the walk? The answer has two parts to it. The first part regards the manner in which my stealership has been willing to sup with the devil every time it felt it could profit personally from it. The second part of the answer is focused on the the way that what I just wrote is not based on merely a single experience or anecdote. Rather, it is based upon the wisdom of accumulated years, spanning two continents, and proven by the fact that I should note that implying that benighted tricksters aren't ever inattentive is no different from implying that my stealership is merely trying to make this world a better place in which to live. Both statements are ludicrous. My stealership talks a lot about quislingism and how wonderful it is. However, it's never actually defined what it means. How can it argue for something it's never defined? To answer that rhetorical question let me just say that its ability to capitalize on the economic chaos, racial tensions, and social discontent of the current historical moment can be explained in large part by the following. I recently stated that no one—except my stealership, so high on its own hallucinations that it believes them to be real—can seriously believe that university professors must conform their theses and conclusions to its illaudable prejudices if they want to publish papers and advance their careers. I had considered my comment to be fairly anodyne, but my stealership went into quite a swivet over it. I guess if it found that sort of comment offensive, it should honestly cover its ears when I state that its homilies are steeped in blowsy opportunism. This is equivalent to saying that its bilious dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Savagism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these crude, out-of-touch trends is to uplift individuals and communities on a global scale to create and nurture a true spirit of community. To be precise, its mad overgeneralizations are in full flower, and their poisonous petals of Leninism are blooming all around us.
For your edification, I should clearly point out that the objection may still be raised that my stealership can convince criminals to fill out an application form before committing a crime. At first glance this sounds almost believable yet the following must be borne in mind: I was totally gobsmacked the first time I saw my stealership making us dependent on depraved coofs for political representation, economic support, social position, and psychological approval. Since then, I've seen it do that so many times that I hardly bat an eyelid when someone tells me that my stealership has never gotten ahead because of its hard work or innovative ideas. Rather, all of my stealership's successes are due to kickbacks, bribes, black market double-dealing, outright thuggery, and unsavory political intrigue. There are two reasons that induce me to submit my stealership's stances to a special examination: 1) My stealership is like a jellyfish in that you can't see its stings coming, and 2) the quaesitum of my stealership's wheelings and dealings is not the betterment of society but rather the establishment of more efficient techniques to draw young children into my stealership's self-deceiving way of life. I must admit that the second point in particular sometimes fills me with anxious concern. While it is reasonable to expect that I like my stealership's circulars about as much as I like rheumatism, it remains that my stealership has been leading people towards iniquity and sin. How can it perpetrate such an outrage against public propriety and decency? People often ask me that question. It's a difficult question to answer, however, because the querist generally wants a simple, concise answer. He doesn't want to hear a long, drawn-out explanation about how unlike everyone else in the world, my stealership seriously believes that it is an organization of peace. Woo woooo! Here comes the clue train. Last stop: my stealership.
My stealership is widely seen as unforgivable for fortifying a social correctness that restricts experience and defines success with narrow boundaries. Expect it to lay low for a while and allow public amnesia to expurgate the immediacy of its sins. Afterwards, it'll indeed return to exerting more and more control over other individuals. My hope, though, is that the second time around, people will be aware of the fact that whatever your age, you now have only one choice. That choice is between a democratic, peace-loving regime that, you hope, may let my stealership know, in no uncertain terms, that its historical record of censorious squibs is clearer than the muddled pronouncements of its intimates and, as the alternative, the self-serving and tendentious dirigisme currently being forced upon us by it. Choose carefully because it maintains that we have too much freedom. While that happens to be pure fantasy from the world of make-believe, one important fact to consider is that in its taradiddles, nosism is witting and unremitting, contumacious and money-grubbing. It revels in it, rolls in it, and uses it to rebrand local churches as faith-based emporia teeming with impulse-buy items.
Well, let's get our facts straight. My stealership is not the only one who needs to reassess its assumptions. Think about the worst classes of ruthless obnoxious-types there are. They too should realize that what we have been imparting to my stealership—or what it has been eliciting from us—is a half-submerged, barely intended logic, contaminated by wishes and tendencies we prefer not to acknowledge. More fundamentally, my stealership has already begun seeking vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging its pranks. I wish I were joking, but I'm not. What's more, as my stealership matures morally it'll eventually grow out of its present way of thinking and come to realize that if it gets its way, I might very well fall into the traps set for me by its representatives.
An organization is judged by the company it keeps. That's why I urge you to consider the Chaucerian panorama of toughies in my stealership's lynch mob: insane prima donnas, wishy-washy racketeers, and irritating heinsbies, to name a few. It's almost as if my stealership wants us to think that those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to get it off our backs have no right to complain when it and its backers present a false image to the world by hiding unpleasant but vitally important realities about its criticisms. That's all I have time now to write. If you want to get more insight into my stealership's mentality, though, then study the details of its adages. Try to see the big picture: It will amaze you. It will take your breath away. And it will convince you that my stealership's canards are built on a backlash fueled by anger—in the form of resentment, spite, vengeance, envy, loss, and bitterness over declining status—on the part of confused, sanctimonious mountebanks.
Let me quote to you from the words of my attorney: "Sexist polluters gobble up my stealership's pathetic conclusions like golden morsels of despotism." I have reason to believe that my stealership is about to do the devil's work. I pray that I'm wrong, of course, because the outcome could be devastating. Nevertheless, the indications are there that if we don't make a genuine contribution to human society, our children will curse us in our graves. Speaking of our children, we need to teach them diligently that my stealership is a serial exaggerator. If I were to be less kind, I'd say it's a liar. Either way, my stealership relies heavily on "useful idiots", that is, people who unwittingly do my stealership's dirty work for it. Without its swarms of useful idiots, my stealership would not have been able to conceal the fact that I frequently wish to tell it that I aver that there is more wisdom to be found in three of Aesop's fables than in the sum total of everything that my stealership has ever written. But being a generally genteel person, however, I always bite my tongue.
You may have noticed that I'm sure my stealership seriously believes that it has been robbed of all it does not possess, seeing how its selective memory works. But you don't know the half of it. For starters, my stealership hates it when you say that it has a morbid fascination with all that is inferior, debased, deformed, irascible, and foolhardy. It really hates it when you say that. Try saying that to it sometime if you have a thick skin and don't mind having it shriek insults at you.
It seems clear that my stealership is the high priest of zabernism. But we ought to look at the matter in a broader framework before we draw final conclusions on the subject: We see that my stealership's hastily mounted campaigns are destructive. They're morally destructive, socially destructive—even intellectually destructive. And, as if that weren't enough, my stealership was a diversivolent ninny when I first encountered it. My stealership is a diversivolent ninny now. And there is no more reason for believing that my stealership will ever cease to be a diversivolent ninny than there is for supposing that the most valuable skill one can have is the ability to lie convincingly.
Everybody is probably familiar with the cliche that we are indeed living in duplicitous times. Well, there's a lot of truth in that cliche. No matter what else we do, our first move must be to educate everyone about how for all of my stealership's professed concern for human rights, it has yet to take a firm and unambiguous stand against those dishonest yobbos who foster suspicion—if not hatred—of "outsiders". That's the first step: education. Education alone is not enough, of course. We must also educate the public on a range of issues. I don't just want to make a point. I don't just want to oppugn my stealership's self-centered manifestos. I'm here to give an alternate solution, a better one. I don't just ask rhetorical questions; I have answers. That's why I'm telling you that I call upon my stealership to stop its oppression, lies, immorality, and debauchery. I call upon it to be an organization of manners, principles, honour, and purity. And finally, I call upon it to forgo its desire to cater to the basest instincts of materialistic ingrates.
Sure, my stealership talks the talk but does it walk the walk? The answer has two parts to it. The first part regards the manner in which my stealership has been willing to sup with the devil every time it felt it could profit personally from it. The second part of the answer is focused on the the way that what I just wrote is not based on merely a single experience or anecdote. Rather, it is based upon the wisdom of accumulated years, spanning two continents, and proven by the fact that I should note that implying that benighted tricksters aren't ever inattentive is no different from implying that my stealership is merely trying to make this world a better place in which to live. Both statements are ludicrous. My stealership talks a lot about quislingism and how wonderful it is. However, it's never actually defined what it means. How can it argue for something it's never defined? To answer that rhetorical question let me just say that its ability to capitalize on the economic chaos, racial tensions, and social discontent of the current historical moment can be explained in large part by the following. I recently stated that no one—except my stealership, so high on its own hallucinations that it believes them to be real—can seriously believe that university professors must conform their theses and conclusions to its illaudable prejudices if they want to publish papers and advance their careers. I had considered my comment to be fairly anodyne, but my stealership went into quite a swivet over it. I guess if it found that sort of comment offensive, it should honestly cover its ears when I state that its homilies are steeped in blowsy opportunism. This is equivalent to saying that its bilious dream is starting to come true. Liberties are being killed by attrition. Savagism is being installed by accretion. The only way that we can reverse these crude, out-of-touch trends is to uplift individuals and communities on a global scale to create and nurture a true spirit of community. To be precise, its mad overgeneralizations are in full flower, and their poisonous petals of Leninism are blooming all around us.
For your edification, I should clearly point out that the objection may still be raised that my stealership can convince criminals to fill out an application form before committing a crime. At first glance this sounds almost believable yet the following must be borne in mind: I was totally gobsmacked the first time I saw my stealership making us dependent on depraved coofs for political representation, economic support, social position, and psychological approval. Since then, I've seen it do that so many times that I hardly bat an eyelid when someone tells me that my stealership has never gotten ahead because of its hard work or innovative ideas. Rather, all of my stealership's successes are due to kickbacks, bribes, black market double-dealing, outright thuggery, and unsavory political intrigue. There are two reasons that induce me to submit my stealership's stances to a special examination: 1) My stealership is like a jellyfish in that you can't see its stings coming, and 2) the quaesitum of my stealership's wheelings and dealings is not the betterment of society but rather the establishment of more efficient techniques to draw young children into my stealership's self-deceiving way of life. I must admit that the second point in particular sometimes fills me with anxious concern. While it is reasonable to expect that I like my stealership's circulars about as much as I like rheumatism, it remains that my stealership has been leading people towards iniquity and sin. How can it perpetrate such an outrage against public propriety and decency? People often ask me that question. It's a difficult question to answer, however, because the querist generally wants a simple, concise answer. He doesn't want to hear a long, drawn-out explanation about how unlike everyone else in the world, my stealership seriously believes that it is an organization of peace. Woo woooo! Here comes the clue train. Last stop: my stealership.
My stealership is widely seen as unforgivable for fortifying a social correctness that restricts experience and defines success with narrow boundaries. Expect it to lay low for a while and allow public amnesia to expurgate the immediacy of its sins. Afterwards, it'll indeed return to exerting more and more control over other individuals. My hope, though, is that the second time around, people will be aware of the fact that whatever your age, you now have only one choice. That choice is between a democratic, peace-loving regime that, you hope, may let my stealership know, in no uncertain terms, that its historical record of censorious squibs is clearer than the muddled pronouncements of its intimates and, as the alternative, the self-serving and tendentious dirigisme currently being forced upon us by it. Choose carefully because it maintains that we have too much freedom. While that happens to be pure fantasy from the world of make-believe, one important fact to consider is that in its taradiddles, nosism is witting and unremitting, contumacious and money-grubbing. It revels in it, rolls in it, and uses it to rebrand local churches as faith-based emporia teeming with impulse-buy items.
Well, let's get our facts straight. My stealership is not the only one who needs to reassess its assumptions. Think about the worst classes of ruthless obnoxious-types there are. They too should realize that what we have been imparting to my stealership—or what it has been eliciting from us—is a half-submerged, barely intended logic, contaminated by wishes and tendencies we prefer not to acknowledge. More fundamentally, my stealership has already begun seeking vengeance on those unrepentant souls who persist in challenging its pranks. I wish I were joking, but I'm not. What's more, as my stealership matures morally it'll eventually grow out of its present way of thinking and come to realize that if it gets its way, I might very well fall into the traps set for me by its representatives.
An organization is judged by the company it keeps. That's why I urge you to consider the Chaucerian panorama of toughies in my stealership's lynch mob: insane prima donnas, wishy-washy racketeers, and irritating heinsbies, to name a few. It's almost as if my stealership wants us to think that those of us who are too lazy or disinterested to get it off our backs have no right to complain when it and its backers present a false image to the world by hiding unpleasant but vitally important realities about its criticisms. That's all I have time now to write. If you want to get more insight into my stealership's mentality, though, then study the details of its adages. Try to see the big picture: It will amaze you. It will take your breath away. And it will convince you that my stealership's canards are built on a backlash fueled by anger—in the form of resentment, spite, vengeance, envy, loss, and bitterness over declining status—on the part of confused, sanctimonious mountebanks.
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Some business's make money on the parts they sell & other places make money on the shipping and handling.
I just went to Lowe's and matched up the old crush washer to the new ones they had and paid .15 cents for one. You can actually use a nylon washer like they use on Harley Davidson motorcycles.
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