Originally posted Nov. 11, 2016 With the worst of winter right around the corner, now is a good time to get your vehicle prepared for the worst. Being based in northern Wisconsin, we at AMSOIL talk a lot about how synthetic lubricants make life a little easier, as the cold air starts to pierce our
If you’ve been following along, this is my third installment of things I’ve learned as a result of working here at AMSOIL these past many years.
Our AMSOIL gear doesn’t get as much love as our synthetic lubricants, which is a shame since we have a great lineup of shirts, hats, hoodies and other items. So a group of us got together to test out some of our AMSOIL gear to see which we liked most.
Having grown up in the country, snowmobiles were a common form of transportation. When I was little my dad would tow the toboggan behind our late ’80s (don’t even try to guess my age from that!) machine to the local bar for burgers or through the woods to our skating pond.
Last week I was asked to share some of the things I’ve learned during my career at AMSOIL. To be frank, the list is much longer than what I have time to share here, but it’s sure been fun reflecting on some of the highlights. Here are five more bits, pieces, observations and discoveries.
Hunting season in the upper Midwest passed quickly this year. Some diehards, however, just can’t put down their shotguns quite yet, so it’s back to the fields for some late-season pheasant. Count me among that group.
While discussing blog ideas recently, someone asked that I write about some of the things I’ve learned at AMSOIL since I will be retiring at the end of the year. The list grew long quite rapidly, and when I hit 20 I thought I should stop, even though I suspect I could list 100 things
First Signature Series Synthetic Motor Oil, then XL Synthetic Motor Oil. Now, OE Synthetic Motor Oil is our latest oil to undergo a formulation change and facelift.
Originally posted Dec. 23, 2016 Thanksgiving day. While my family was gathered in my dining room, imbibing spirits and making merry, I was in the shed disassembling the carburetor on my snowblower, reeking of petroleum as rivers of gasoline flowed under my jacket cuffs and saturated me to the elbows. Here’s what happened, and here’s
When my brother Ron and his wife were young, they took up scuba diving. They love adventure and they’ve always loved to travel, so scuba diving seemed an exciting way to see the world. The natural beauty beneath the sea can be dazzling. I’ve been told there’s nothing quite like swimming with sharks in their