I was responding to a fire call at about 3am. I ran to the garage where I hit the door opener then jumped into my truck started it and hit the opener again. OH BABY did I mess up that door!
I was responding to a fire call at about 3am. I ran to the garage where I hit the door opener then jumped into my truck started it and hit the opener again. OH BABY did I mess up that door!
i can one up that.
back in the early 80's when i was still on the fire co, i did almost the same thing. ran out to the garage and hit the button for the wifes side of the 2 car, jumped into my 64 barracuda, dumped the clutch in reverse, and backed through my closed door.
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I was much younger, too young to drive, and we had an old pickup. I couldn't quite reach the door handle to close it once I was seated, so I had to brace myself on the windshield pillar to close the passenger side door.
One fine day, I allowed my thumb to rest on the outside of the door pillar while slamming that door. There was a lot of blood, and running around, and pain. After about 10 minutes or so, the pain settled down to a low throbbing ache that seemed to extend up to my elbow so we tried to leave again. Well, I braced myself on that same door pillar, allowed my thumb to rest on the outside again, and slammed that door.
Not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
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I don't know when I realized that I had grown up, but I'm not happy about it.
In the 90's I was on volunteer fire department, my primary job (since I had a CDL) was to drive the hook and ladder pumper, and operate the pumps.
Once a particular fire was over with, I drained the system and shut off the pumps, walked around the front of the truck to the driver's side and got in. An ambulance was in front of me, so I put the truck in reverse and CRUNCH!
Unfortunately I didn't hear, or feel the crunch. I only stopped because fellow firefighters were waving their arms frantically.
While we were cleaning up, apparently the police chief parked right behind the truck, and I didn't see his car in the mirrors.
My 27 year old son and I were checking over his engine (FE 360) and the compression was terrible. I suggested that he do a wet compression test to determine if it was cylinder or head related. I told him, "put maybe a teaspoon of oil in the cylinder". He must not have been listening.
A few minutes later from inside the house I hear a loud POP and an imaginative litany of loud, foul, language. I rushed back to the garage to find him coated from his chest to the top of his head in motor oil. Oil, it seems, does not compress as easily as air and it had blown out the compression gauge, even with him holding it firmly in place, and sprayed oil all over him and the garage. It took him awhile to clean up.
I wasn't much help because I couldn't stop laughing.
__________________ There is no problem that can't be solved with a liberal application of sex, tequila, money, duct tape, or high explosives, not necessarily in that order.
It wouldn't be fun if it were easy, but does it have to be this much fun?
I don't know when I realized that I had grown up, but I'm not happy about it.
mkadyz: brilliant! Don't feel bad about surprise male anal emissions - eventually your girlfriend will forgive you. All real men experience involuntary 'venting' (happened to me recently when I was lying on the garage floor) and it's just as well she knows this before she considers marrying you.
Bet you have a new nickname in the neighborhood too!
How about this, not the biggest or messiest error ever...but definetly a bad way to discover it.
I had driven from Dallas to Austin one morning, and was getting ready to make the drive back that evening. It was about 10:30 or so, so I was checking things over to make sure the truck would be good with the drive. Oil good, power steering good, brakes good, clutch good. But I want to be extra sure, so I clamber underneath the truck to check the tranny fluid (you guys with M5ODs know why). I keep a wrench in my toolbox just for this purpose.
Well it had been a long day, I was tired. I went to loosen the bolt. Nothing. Tried harder. Nothing. Said a few select words, tried again. Damn it was cold outside. Nothing.
Asked my girlfriend to hold the flashlight for me while I put both hands on the wrench real good. She knows absolutely zero about cars past checking the oil. She gets down there, I put the wrench back on, and bear down for all my worth. NOTHING. I said another select "WTF" and she goes "well you dumba**...if you'd turn it to the left it'd come off."
I was changing the oil for the first time, and I put the drain plug next to the new oil so I would remember to put it in before adding oil. So I go back under to change out the oil filter. When I'm done with that I pull the drain pan out from under the truck before I lowered it. It was after I just dumped a gallon of Castrol GTX high mileage into my baby that I open the remaining quart and notice an oily bolt sitting on the bench. Now I realize what that trickling noise I heard was.
I don't even remember if I have posted in this thread before lol. . .
But anyways, one of my many "dumbest things" happened in front of the garage. I had spent an explitive filled saturday changing out the radiator in my old '87 F150. I had to cut the bottom tranny cooler line to get it out. I broke the end free, transfered it over and spent an hour putting it together with hose and clamps
Well, I was so mad after wards I couldn't see straight! I finally buttoned everything up, topped off my tranny fluid, filled the radiator and started 'er up. Mind you, it was night now and dark. I didn't have shop lights back then. So anyways, I start the truck and let the idle drop and get out to check for leaks.
Upon stepping to the side (hood was open) I get hit with thick mist. I jump back into the truck and turn it off just cussing up a storm! I'm thinking the hose popped of, so I get back down there, didn't see anything drastic (It was dark and almost no light. . .). I gave the hose clamps a good tight turn and started it back up. Remember, I'm beyond angry, I'm not thinking straight. . .I'm just so mad! So anyways, I start it back up and the same thing happens! I finally Calm myself down, using my Jedi training. . .
And discover. . .
I forgot to hook up the top line. It was spraying right into the fan and sending it every where
And how did I manage to figure that out? I popped a head light out and laid it in the engine compartment and turned it on
There's a lesson in there somewhere
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I was responding to a fire call at about 3am. I ran to the garage where I hit the door opener then jumped into my truck started it and hit the opener again. OH BABY did I mess up that door!
How 'bout meeting up with a neighboring ambulance crew at the hospital and notice for the back rotating lights all that's there is the chrome bottom rings?
What happened? The garage door remote control had a habit of not working the first time. This time it did. Only problem was, the truck wasn't all the way out the door....
Moral of the story I guess....if it's broke, fix it....NOW!!!
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