You are in fact not smarter than some damn old spark plug wire.
Grant had duty today (Thanksgiving) so I decided that today would make the perfect day to change the spark plug wires after I had Thanksgiving Dinner on the Ship.
WRONGI returned home shotly before 4PM and began the endevor. All was going well. I have parts... check, tools.... check, towel.... check, step ladder.... check, and flashlight.... check. I have changed spark plug wires before with no problem, I am feeling quite confident. (HA) And this is where things turn south. I know better than to take them all off and them put them back on. So I begin with wire #5. I remove wire... and begin to trace its path, enter road block #1. 'litteevilbastards' aka spark plug wire holder. (at this point I feel I should mention the last car I personaly changed the wires on was built in the 1980's) Ok no biggie, I have pliers... TUG TUG no movement. It is then I call for renforcements (DAD). He tries to help me along but nothing he mentions helps. I try again... TUG TUG... growing frusterated.... I know! Call Dustin! Dustin explains how to open them and I begin my attempts again... alakazam It opens!!! I retun to tracing wire #5 to only find yet another 'littleevilbastard' this time mounted on its side.... TUG TUG YANK PULL.... expletiveexpletiveexpletive pop! Ok return to task at hand... trace #5 wire..... what the expletive!!! another 'littleevilbastard'! At this point the sun is nearly down and I still have yet to get another wire on. Fuck it...
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