Some punk kid, at a high school where I was teaching, keyed the rear driver side quarter panel....down to the metal. The key came off the truck about halfway down, just over the rear tire flare. They then went back to over lap where it stopped, dug the key in again, and kept going to finish the job up to the gas flap.

I am reminded of a scene from "Pulp Fiction".

Vincent: Tell me about it. I had it in storage for three years, it was out for five days and some d***less piece of s**t f***ed with it.
Lance: They should be f***ing killed. No trial, no jury, straight to execution.
Vincent: Boy, I wish I could've caught him doing it. I'd have given anything to catch that a**hole doing it. It'd been worth him doing it just so I could've caught him doing it.
Lance: What a f***er!
Vincent: What's more chickens**t than f***ing with a man's automobile? I mean, don't f**k with another man's vehicle.
Lance: You don't do it.
Vincent: It's just against the rules.

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Non-stop Ranger owner: circa 1986 ('86, '92, '04). 648,000+ miles and counting. That's 1.04+ million kilometers for you north of the border.