here's a long story that deals with a ford, a mean ass kid, a busted water pump, turning the key when the car was on, and a self-proclaimed nazi.
my roommate's water pump crapped out, so the place he got the work done at gave him a 91 taurus wagon as a loaner. we beat the **** out of it. on the day we were to take it back and retreive the lebaron, he was too embarrased to drive down university at the very time when all the pretty girls are out in force. i volunteered to drive that wagon.
first, after i started it i turned the key and cranked for about 5 seconds. i just wanted to see what would happen. after that i did a brakestand in R and then floored it and bombed it into 1st. then at 30-35 i repeatedly put it in N, floored it, then bombed it back down into 3rd. the tranny started slipping at this point.
so i limped it down to the lot and the repair guy started reaming my ass because i casually asked if we could look at the water pump to see what was wrong with it. he told me he was a nazi and told me to get the hell out of his stoor. i didn't back down but instead gave him something else to think about (nothing to share here, not worth repeating) and we took off.
so anyway, this granny's taurus wagon (34k miles on a 91??, has to be a granny) needs i'd estimate probably at least $500 of transmission work to even move off the lot. i figure that's the price the guy should pay for being a nazi.
ha. i ****ed up a ford.