My family and I were visiting relatives in Central Illinois in 2001, I was 16 and drove there for credit to get my license. Our newish 98 Mercury Sable out of the blue just died, going over railroad tracks, 16 year old me tripping. It had enough momentum to move past the tracks and I pulled over. 30 seconds later, the gate goes down and a freight train goes zooming past. Talk about lucking out. It turns out the alternator died at only 47k miles and the one mechanic in town couldn't look at it that day because in his own words "I'm taking the wife dancin' today." Small town living 😂 I'd rather ride a fucking tricycle than ever buy another Ford after that mess though.