A friend of mine who worked in a service station would park his 1959 Ford convertible out front for all to see. One day I put several thumb tacks on the inside of his fan belt. Later that evening he never showed up at the normal meeting place so we went down to see what he was doing. He had the car in the garage and was starting to take the heads off because he had this really bad ticking sound. We told him to go get us something to eat and we would fix it. While he was gone we put the gaskets on and put everything back together. He couldn't believe we had fixed it so he started it up and spent 10 minutes listening for the ticking. None of us ever told him what we did.
Ron
