So, last week I reached 500 miles on my SS. My dealer is about 65 miles away and I really didn’t want to ride all that way for a simple oil and filter change. I figured I could easily do it myself, I AM an airplane fixer after all. 
I did my research and bought the oil and filter and on Tuesday determined that I needed a different jack to raise it up a bit. Mine was too tall.
I bought two rhino ramps at autozone, every store I looked was out of stock on low profile jacks, even Harbor Freight. I had seen a thread where someone said that you could place the ramps behind the front wheels and simply back up on them with no problems.
Well, on Wednesday I tried, didn’t work. The fenders would catch and start to bend.
I saw that you could access it from the side with the hood up, so I tried that.
This is where it all starts to go sideways.
I found that I needed a swivel to get on the drain plug from the side. Sure looks like it would be easier from the bottom I thought.
I didn’t own one so I had to stop and try again on Thursday.
Thursday comes and wouldn’t you know it? Rain. I don’t have a garage so I have to wait for the next day. Bummer.
On Friday, I couldn’t wait to get home and change that oil! I was actually excited and very enthusiastic! (For an oil change? Yep!)
Well, I found the right combination of socket, extensions, swivel, and ratchet. Here we go!
Got it all in there and discovered that that drain plug was very tight! Like way over torqued!
No way to get a cheater bar in there. Just got best grip I could with both hands and applied as much muscle as I could muster. That thing let go with a loud CRACK! I thought that maybe I had broken one of my tools and my hand hurt where it hit the frame. I figured that it might be bruised or something.
The tools were ok, so I started to loosen the drain plug with a socket on an extension. Some of the oil started to leak out and the extension soon became too slippery to turn by hand. I pulled my hand and tools out of there so that I could clean the oil off.
Only, it wasn’t oil, it was blood! Lots of it!
Needless to say, I stopped and tried to stop the bleeding. I was successful, I thought, until I tried to continue.
Here I was, needing to get that cut looked at, but all alone. I couldn’t get the bleeding to stop long enough to get to the ER (9 miles away), my neighbors weren’t home, and my wife was still at work for another hour.
So what did I do? I did what any reasonable guy would do. Wrapped it in paper towel and finished the job!
After I was done, I thought it might be a good idea to wash the wound out with alcohol.
Nope. Not a good idea.
When my wife got home she was treated to the sight of oil bottles, oily rags, tools, and bloody Bounty paper towels everywhere.
Didn’t take long to get to the ER. I got 9 stitches and a grape lollipop for my troubles.
The moral of the story...
Wear gloves, protect your hands. 
