This thread brings back memories of when I was a kid.
My dad - who lived through the great depression and learned thrifty ways - never owned a new lawnmower. He would just keep his eye open on trash-collection day, and if he saw a lawnmower out by the curb for pickup, he'd stop and throw it in the back of the car. (Used to embarrass my mother to death!) Then he'd mix and match parts until he got one running. He always had four or five lawnmowers in some stage of Frankenmower resurrection!
Of course, some of these mowers could be hard to start, and with it being my job to mow the grass, I learned all sorts of tricks to get 'em running and keep 'em running, including cleaning and gapping the plugs.
One day I guess I didn't get a plug back in tight after taking it out for cleaning/gapping. That puppy got launched by that Briggs & Stratton spark-plug-missle launcher, and nailed me right on the right shin bone! Man, did that ever hurt! I thought I'd been shot!
Crabdance, it occurs to me that, if this was a frame-mounted engine that launched it's plug, you should consider yourself lucky that you're not singing soprano in the choir!