How many stuck or broken sparkplugs has 1Ags removed from a Ford Triton?
Probably 30 or 40.
Fortunately, the ones I remove are replaced with ones that I apply nickel anti sieze on and they never break again.
Freeway tag
So one of my close friends since 5th grade turned 16 before I did, and got his dads Mitsubishi Galant Sigma (late 80s vintage). That he despised. Soon after I turned 16, and I bought my dream car at time. A 1990 Ford LTD Crown Victoria LX. It wasnt fast, it wasnt cool, but it was the car I wanted. This pissed my friend off to no end, even more so that I had been saving every penny of my lawn mowing, pet sitting, manual labor money for this car. So he did his best to destroy the Galant. His parents continued taking it to get fixed, until repeated neutral drops destroyed it.
So they bought him a brand new 1995 Thunderbird V8. It was not a Mustang but he drove it like it was. 215 hp vs 160 hp in the LTD, and a few hundred pounds less, of course it would be faster than my car.
One day when I was leaving work from Randalls, he spotted me on memorial and blew by me in the turn lane. I caught up and passed him and slowed down, but he had to win, so he passed me again in the turn lane, and cut me off and tried to pass the camry in front of me from the right. Well, the camry saw him coming, and moved to the right at the same time, pushing my buddy into the ditch and onto a raised concrete pad with a manhole cover. I saw the rear end of the paper tagged T bird fly up and the airbags go off as I passed it. I stopped and got out to help my buddy, and the old man, who was not hurt. My friends neighbor saw the whole thing, and being the typical Jewish mother that she is, insisted on taking him home to make him a sandwich and call his mother. I reminded her that he could not leave because he was the driver. She thought that was proposterous, and said for us to wait right there. As if we were going anywhere. She returned 20 minutes later with 2 sandwiches and a thermos of tomato soup. So we could eat while we waited for the police to show up. I figured it was our last meal, so we should enjoy it.
Meanwhile, since we're both 1/2 mile away from our house, everyone knows us. I see a white cutlass cruiser wagon drive by, and its my next door neighbor. She immediate gets home and tells my mother, who shows up, and tells me to go home. I explain to her tht I can't since I'm a witness. So she goes back and glares at me from her car while we wait for the cops.
His mom shows up, screams at him, because she KNEW exactly what we were doing, and then the police take a statement and the police officer sites the old man for not looking. Nobody said anything about our freeway tag game. Both insurance companies sided with my buddy, and about a week later, he was in another brand new 95 Thunderbird V8 terrorizing memorial drive again. Later I remember going to the dealer with him to get his stuff out of the first car, and I saw remember clearly, 114 miles on the odometer.