Same with the girlfriend's car, it's buried up in the wheel well behind all this plastic crap. I have to pop five or six caps to get to it and then pull the crap back. All while laying under the car with the oil pan pressing against my chest, both arms stretched up into the wheel well area trying to do it. I left the caps off this time so it would be easier next year. I'm waiting to hear "what's that banging noise in front of my car" now.
The good news is her dad just built a monster two car garage with a car lift. The bad news is they live about an hour away.
at least it’s buried behind the plastic. Mine is just sitting there with the tire splashing water all over it.