How about looking down the carburetor of a 63 Ford Galaxie 500 after my mom had flooded it several times & having it backfire through the carburetor. No eyelashes, No eyebrows, Small hair fire going on the top of my head.....and worst yet.... 2 cute girls I wanted to impress with my "mechanical skills" laughing hysterically as I attempted to put myself out.
My mom, mistakenly thought I said to start it, when I said the butterfly valve appears to be stuck. That will teach me to mumble when under the hood. Remember - clear, concise instructions spoken in a loud voice from then on.
Sincerely,
Steven
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How about looking down the carburetor of a 63 Ford Galaxie 500 after my mom had flooded it several times & having it backfire through the carburetor. No eyelashes, No eyebrows, Small hair fire going on the top of my head.....and
Super78ford, I know exactly how you feel! only mine was a '73 Toyota and it was picture day at high school!
I had forgotten all about ....till now
I've got a good one for ya. Once my hand heals up good enough that I can type without wincing, I'll tell you all about it...
OK, here it goes. This past Friday, I was changing the drill bit in my milwaukee hand-held right-angle drill (just like I've done probably a thousand times before) when I inadvertantly pressed the drill (and the trigger) against the front bumper of my truck. The chuck (with chuck-key firmly in place) instantly spun into motion. Within the first couple of revolutions, the chuck-key (which is tethered to the power cord) Wrapped the power cord, the trigger, and my left thumb tightly against the side of the drill. On the 4th or 5th(?) revolution, the sharp, jagged, unforgiving chuck key basically ripped off my thumb from the second knuckle up. It happened so quickly, it took me a second to figure out what had happened. I'm sitting here now with a cast halfway up my arm, and my thumb feels like it's on fire. I guess I'm pretty lucky they were able to sew it back on and that it still works. (And yes, it's even bigger now!)
Needless to say, my wife and kids are having a field day. I never knew there were so many power-tool jokes....
When my father and I used to work a welding business together, one day I happened to be wearing a pair of pants that was frayed at the zipper. While leaning over the manhole cover I was building, some slag bounced up against my pants. Well, I started to smell something burning. I raised my hood and noticed (and also felt) that my crotch was on fire. I started to lightly smack at my pants to make the fire go out when my dad, who was standing behind me and only saw me beating myself in the jewels, said....."Son, I don't care what you do in your own time, but cut that out, we got work to do".
Hmm, that reminds me, 2 buddies and I were working on what was left of an '81 F-100, basically a box and frame. We flipped it on its side with the tractor and started to unbolt the box, the heads started to turn in the floor of the box so, I say "Here is the wire feed, start welding the heads to the floor of the box, then I'll unbolt them. About 3 bolts into it I smell somthing burning, walk around and take a look see into the truck and his jeans are on fire all the while hes still welding away. Poke poke, is your ankle a bit warm by any chance? Now that you mention it, yes. Ok, just though I would check. It took him a sec to realize it even after that. I haven't laughed that hard in a long time, sad part was we weren't even drinking that night.
It was 1963 and the school shop had been given a free 40 Ford for educational purposes; the car sat out behind the metalworking building. One of the 15 year old students decided to take the ugly heavy steel roof rack off the vehicle. The youngster had just decided to use a torch to cut it off when his buddy (also 15) warned him to get all the old gas out of the tank first - after all this was dangerous. The 2 pups stuck a garden hose down the tank filler tube and let it run while they hauled the welding tanks up to the derelict Ford. With the young 'brave' sitting on the roof of the car, he lite up the torch. Within 2 seconds he found himself standing in a 'ring of fire' (apologies to Johnny Cash) with his buddy screaming and running in circles. Although not particularly athletic, I (sorry, 'he') was able to leap the 15 feet to safety only to realize the welding tanks were still sitting on the burning grass. Before panic caused even more stupidity, the flames burned out. Mr. Raymond Car - this really was his name - the 'shop' teacher never found out the welding tanks were involved (we wiped off most of the sooty burn marks) and we blamed it on "one of those 12th grade guys that smoke". The blackened donut shaped burnt grass around the old car made it look like it had been deposited there by a UFO. This same buddy and I were almost killed at least 3 more times before marriages calmed us down.
I guess it's my turn to admit my dumb stunt of late. had a welding job to do on a customer's log trailer. Hooked winch cable to straighten upright standard and proceeded to fall from 8' off ground, grabbed cable with left hand. When I got to the end of the slack, my left arm was jerked out straight and twisted around tearing the tendons loose from my bicep muscle. Looks like I'm in for surgery and 2 months of down time. Just when I was starting to make a little progress on my 53, no more money for it for a while.
It was 1963 and the school shop had been given a free 40 Ford for educational purposes; the car sat out behind the metalworking building. One of the 15 year old students decided to take the ugly heavy steel roof rack off the vehicle. The youngster had just decided to use a torch to cut it off when his buddy (also 15) warned him to get all the old gas out of the tank first - after all this was dangerous. The 2 pups stuck a garden hose down the tank filler tube and let it run while they hauled the welding tanks up to the derelict Ford. With the young 'brave' sitting on the roof of the car, he lite up the torch. Within 2 seconds he found himself standing in a 'ring of fire' (apologies to Johnny Cash) with his buddy screaming and running in circles. Although not particularly athletic, I (sorry, 'he') was able to leap the 15 feet to safety only to realize the welding tanks were still sitting on the burning grass. Before panic caused even more stupidity, the flames burned out. Mr. Raymond Car - this really was his name - the 'shop' teacher never found out the welding tanks were involved (we wiped off most of the sooty burn marks) and we blamed it on "one of those 12th grade guys that smoke". The blackened donut shaped burnt grass around the old car made it look like it had been deposited there by a UFO. This same buddy and I were almost killed at least 3 more times before marriages calmed us down.
Haha.. and everyone, please notice his screen name on here.
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