I also enjoyed my first oil change. I detailed it here about three years ago. I'll copy it below for those looking for someone to ridicule.
This doesn't even mention figuring out how to get the new oil in.
FWIW, I installed a Fumoto the next time and found a nozzle that would fit quart bottles.
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There’s an old humorous story of a guy doing an oil change and all the things that go wrong. Well, I changed the oil in my RV today.
First I crawl under it to drain the oil. The engineers that designed this thing saw fit to put the drain plug directly above the front axle. I could work the pan onto the front axle under the plug, but there’s no way in hell I could get it back out without tilting it and pouring oil out. Plus, I don't have a big enough pan to hold all that oil. So, out of frustration, I just pulled the plug and let it drain onto the axle. I figured it’d run around the axle and most of it would fall into the pan below it. And it did run around the axle, but it sort of fell off the bottom almost like a curtain of oil. It was mostly falling into the pan, but then a huge gust of wind came up. Yep, right in the face. There’s no way this RV will go into my shop, and it’s been decades since I changed oil outside. I forgot about windy days. When the pan was almost full I managed to slide an empty one under it without too much more drama, but oil was still blowing all over me, the pad, etc.
I then let it drain for several minutes while I crawled out and rounded up the filter and necessary tools to change it. Of course, when the drain became a small stream, the wind blew most of it away from the pan and onto the concrete pad in front of my shop.
Now the filter. The filter is also directly above the axle. I loosened the filter and put a pan on top of the axle and under the filter then loosened it enough to let the oil above the filter drain around it and into the pan. That worked well. Then I removed the filter and was trying ease it down into the pan, bumped something, and the slippery filter slipped out of my hand. It fell into the pan, splashing more oil onto my head, knocking the pan off the axle, and it fell away from me to the pad, and went rolling ten feet away toward the rear dead center the coach where it laid disgorging the rest of the oil. The pan, of course, was upside down. I guess I’m lucky it didn’t fall on my head too. That filter is a large one, and my pad, which was previously relatively unstained, now looks like the aftermath of the Exxon Valdeez. And I didn’t look much better.
So . . . . how’d your day go?