Yesterday morning when I jumped in my F150 to head out for a walk, I turned the key, and a shot rang out from the truck that scared the heck out of me. The first thing I saw when I went to pop the hood was 3 pieces of plastic on the garage floor in front of the truck. I had a feeling it may have backfired and blew up the plastic around the throttle body. I was close, but it was the battery that blew up, and the top to the battery box was in pieces, and still smokin'. I pushed it out of the garage, thinking the entire electrical system was going to burn, busting a side mirror on a wall on the way out. I was thinking the other day that I had to replace it, fortunate that I got 6 years out of it, but now I guess I'll be replacing them more often. Batteries ain't cheap anymore, and neither are side mirrors, and houses. This is another page in my book of things that never happen to anybody else, they'll happen to me.