So this Sunday I'm out in Kansas City in a line to see the faboo KC Cheifs stomp them Bills. It's early afternoon and I'm with family in their 97 Lexus Land Cruiser about 15 cars back from the gate. Our buddy arrived a couple hours earlier to secure a position at the front of the line to grab prime tailgate location (it's CRAZY there). You have to have a rig as it's a mad dash across medians and grassy areas at full speed once you make the gate. Well the buddy has a 4-runner. Not a bad truck except since he arrived it's leaked maybe 3 quarts of oil on the ground. THREE QUARTS. So I have a look-see with some tools and after removal of the skid plates find... An oil filter wrench. ??? Further investigation reveals the oil filter to be spinning freely on the shaft. Wow. The money at the lube-it place couldn't even remember to get his wrench after forgetting to tighten down the oil filter. My guess is that the filter got loosened but never replaced. So I tighten, add oil and begin to walk back when a lady grabs me by the shoulder and looks me straight in the eyes and says, "My family is in the car right behind that 4-runner and we thought we wouldn't be able to tailgate, you saved our LIVES today." Weird. But I suppose there really ain't that much else goin' on in Kansas City!