Once you realize that pretty much everything around you, no matter how seemingly small and insignificant, has a story behind it, the world becomes much more interesting. Your car is packed full of parts with good stories behind them (the tragic tale of Sir Nathan Airfilter comes to mind) but the one I'd like to talk about today is for the humble spark plug. Though we now employ them, slave-like, to ignite our fuel hundreds of times a minute, their ancestors were once used to make Victorian-era lecture-goers crap their pantaloons.



















