Yank the door open, jump in and insert with force the new key in the ignition. Hit it, the ignition, the rrr-rrr-rrr of the starter and motor send chills up and down you back - Ohhh, my ride you say. The engine catches and roars to life. After all you took it straight to the hobby shop and your mechanic friends helped you juice it up a bit, headers, hi-performance equipment and a drive train with special four speed shifting performance - ready for the quarter mile track, yea!
You with abandon shove the shifter into first, pop the clutch and off you go. You press the accelerator and pick up speed, roarrrrr, the rpm's are climbing and you feel like your on top of the world. The rpm's reach 5K, 5.5K, 6.5K and climbing. The engine is roaring and the pitch is climbing and you feel like your powerful, fast and leaving others in the dust. Your blinders don't allow you to see that everyone is basically maintaining the same pace.
Roar, your day is like this all day long until you go home, park it and get out to admire your brand new vehicle.
Day two, the same. Day five, the same. Week four, the same. Your on a roll, all is well and you and your new car are impressive. People stop and stare as you zoom, zoom, zoom - flashing by them like posts of a picket fence.
Week six, roaring once again when out of the clear blue sky comes, "ping .... pingggg .... PING." Hmmm, you say, wonder what that could be but since your roaring and traveling like the speed of light and without interference you continue on.
Week seven, start it up and "ping .... pingggg .... PING." You have been hearing all this for a time now and you figure since all is running except this "little ping" you can go for it. You do just that.
"ping .... pingggg .... PING," and "thud, blonk, boink," "rattle, hackle, shimmy and shake." It has been like this for a while, ah well what the heck cause I am still roaring down that road. It never occurred to you that maybe a four speed means you can shift into second, third and fourth as needed by the rpm's. Who cares you might think, all is well and ... it works.
About a month or so passes, your roaring down the road and suddenly the car bucks, you are bounding around in your seat and then you hear such a racket the world must be ending - it does, your engine ceases to roar and you coast to a stop on the side of the road.
You can't help but think to yourself, how could this happen? I was doing so good and running so fast and hearing such power I should be running like this "forever," what the %$@&.
The mechanic took a look, assumed a very sympathetic face and said, "Your engine is done. You blew it up, what happened?" He heard your story, chuckled and then sadly conveyed to you that your rushed and passed up a lot of good information that would have helped you take care of your car and run it well for many, many years - it could have, with care, taken you through your entire life, bummer dude the mechanic said.