Well when i was little (3,4 or 5) we lived on a farm and i wanted 2 go see my dad (or so i was told) and tried to step over a christmas tree stand and ended up stpping right on it and it going through my foot. Don't ask me how. just what i was told
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2006 F150 XLT Ext. Cab, Reg Bed, 5.4l, 4x4.
2005 Ranger Reg cab, short bed 3.0l v6 5spd, 4x4 edge.32x11.5x15 Big Horns on 15x8 AE wheels, line-x, tinted windows, underdrive pulley, toolbox
Decided to shoot a can of Easy Off oven cleaner with my 22 pistol. It's strange what a fireball does to a poster of Farrah Fawcett, a 7 year old cat, and a collection of vintage National Geographics.
I've always thought how stupid it is when poeple get mad and throw tools... Well this one time I was so upset with what I was working on I threw a screwdriver down as hard as I could, it bounced up and stuck me in the forhead! I've never thrown another tool....
Alright, this doesn't really have to do with cars, but a bicycle! I was in a parking lot with a friend of mine, on our bikes. Down at the end of this parking lot are two small wooden posts, with a wire connecting them, right before the field. This wire is to keep people from parking in the field. I say to my friend "lets race! First one past the two posts wins!" I didn't see the wire. So we're racing, and we're about 10 ft. from the wire, and my friend sees it. He locks the brakes up, and I yell "ha ha! I'm beating you!" I finally see the wire, about 3 ft. from it, so I too lock up the brakes, just enough to avoid going at it full speed. I hit, go up on the front wheel and back down. Luckily I didn't go over the handlebars. Thank God for good brakes.
Unfortunately, I'm a crappy mechanic with a bit of experience under my belt...
*** I was loading my VW bug engine into the back of my girlfriend's '78 Celica Hatchback a few years back, taking it to my favorite mechanic to pimp it out (No Ford truck in the family at the time).
I'm inside the vehicle, lifting the "front" of the engine by the flywheel (On aircooled VW engines, the flywheel is in the front) while my dad and GF are outside the vehicle, helping me lift it up, and into the hatch.
At the "perfect" time, my GF loses her grip on the engine and it comes crashing down onto my hand, crushing my left hand between the flywheel and the hatchback's locking latch. Gallantly, my dad keeps the entire engine from hitting the ground, but I, not being able to retrieve my hand from under the engine, panicked and jerked my hand out from under the engine. This resulted in ripping the entire finger pad off of my left middle finger down to the bone. We quickly pushed the engine into the hatchback and went to the hospital.
I am not usually upset by blood, but when I was standing over the sink at the hospital while the nurse scrubbed all of the dirt/grease out of the (now numbed-up) wound, I passed out watching my finger flopping around. Luckily, I caught myself before I hit the ground. What a wuss. Moral of the story: Don't let your girlfriend help you load your engine into the back of her car, *******.
*** I had a car jack catastrophically fail while I was under a car once, and this dumb-ass was NOT using jack stands at the time. Too young and lazy to do it I guess...
Although I was trapped under the car, the injury I sustained was having my hand (left one again) squished between the upper and lower A-arms of the front suspension.
THANK GOD the Mailman was delivering mail at that very time because my mother (I was still living at home at the time) was paralyzed with fear and would not listen to my commands on how to "save" me. She freaked out and went screaming up the street, yelling "Help! Help!" The Mailman was cool under fire and helped pull the car off of me. Moral of the story: Use Jackstands *******.
*** My father-in-law was a pro race car driver in the 50's-60's who was tinkering with his race-car in his home's garage. Fuel spurted out from a fuel line onto a hot header and WHOOSH, the garage was on fire. He ran inside, got his 8-person family out of the house and into the swimming pool and watched the house go completely up in flames. My wife was 2 at the time. Moral of the story: Have a couple of fire extinguishers handy at all times *******.
Ok, so last week, my brother and a I had a great idea for my friends '88 VW Jetta. We decided that since it was a piece of crap we should fix it enough to rally it on the river bar for one last ride. So we threw some inflated tires on it, gave it a jump, and headed 1/2 mile down a back road to our garage to put fluids in it and get some gas. My bro took off and i jumped in the passenger seat. We got started down a small hill where we found out that the throttle was stuck wide open. Not a problem cuz little brother just turned the ignition off and let the clutch out in 2nd so we could coast to the bottom, where we found out that the brakes didn't work. Ok, don't panic, we weren't going over 20mph, so its all good, untill a bus towing a cargo trailer came around the corner at the bottom of the hill and started up the hill. I looked over at my brother and he is cussing and looking worried, and i dont know why untill the car starts to drift into the left lane and my brother is franticaly rocking the steering wheel and jiggling the key. (Yup, the wheel lock clicked in, and wouldnt let go). Fortunately the bus moved over as far as he could get, so we avoided a head on, (neither of us had seatbelts on cuz they didn't work). we bounced off his rear tires and plastered the side of his trailer and bent his rim and axle, which broke our tie rod and put the front tires into a snowplow configuration so we stopped before we relandscaped our neighbors lawn
Last edited by Torque1st; 07-13-2005 at 12:13 AM.
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Umm, what was the outcome legally, like when the cops busted you for no insurance, a POS car, and driving like arses? (I don't mean anything by it, I'm the same way, just never hit anyone...Yet....)
I fired off a .45 Colt through the roof of my garage.
WHY?
A blackbird got in there and was crapping on my truck, my pistol always has 3 Cor-Bons and 3 bird shot shells in it, I misjudged which shell was next in the cylinder. But the important part is that I got the bird and my truck has been clean ever since.
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Putting rubber to pavement with an 06' 5.4L F-150 supercab 4wd XLT. HOO-RAH!!
So, big macho guy that I am I don't tell my girlfriends father that I have never "really" ridden a dirt bike on our mountain biking trip to Utah. They had their TW200's with them and offered that she and I take them out. Well, I just beat dad down the mountain on my Gary Fisher (mtn bike) so I am feeling 10 feet tall and bullet proof as I climb onto the motorcycle and attempt to keep up with my girlfriend who was evidently birthed on the seat of motorcycle.
We get about ten miles away from the truck up a logging road. She stops, I say we should head back. She says okay and proceeds to tear ass the other direction. So I get the bike turned around and begin after her at about 30mph only to find I am downhill in hairpin turns on lava rock... so I grab what I know to be the brake on my mountain bike out of instinct. Yup... FRONT BRAKE!
Let me just say that front drum brakes on these bikes lock that front tire IMMEDIATELY. The front slides out, I let go and end up underneath the bike sliding on rock that is simply ripping flesh off of me.
Being the tough guy I am, I lift the bike - freaking out that I wrecked Dad's bike - and proceed to get it started again without even looking at the shape of my body. She comes back, sees that my right leg is ENTIRELY covered in blood and asks me about my arm. I look down and I had impacted the ground hard enough that a welt was forming that made it look like I had broken my wrist. So I tell her I am fine - we ride back to the truck. I appologize for about 15 minutes straight and clean myself up with gauze (first aid kits rock) and bottled water. All is going well until I get everything patched but the pain in my ankle.
I remove my shoe to find I have exposed my ENTIRE ankle bone and I am missing a patch of skin about 2x2...
Hour later, emergency room, St. George Utah - I get to relive ALL OF THE PAIN AND THEN SOME as they scrape all of the dirt and pick rocks and sticks out of the INSIDE of my ankle.
It get's better - the antibiotic they gave me was oral and not strong enough to fight the infection. So I end up needing a home nurse and having to self-inject antibiotic for two weeks before my doctor will even let me go back to work. (I HAVE A DESK JOB).
So, the moral then becomes - NEVER BE TOO MACHO TO EXPLAIN THAT YOU DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE DOING. Also, it's good not to utilize two bikes with different handle configurations in the same day. You could come real close to losing your foot.
I must have been around 12, and had never been on a motorcycle before but images from the movie My Bodygaurd were dancing around in my brain. A friend and I went over to his buddies, and his buddie was rebuilding a dirt bike. He said it's running good and almost complete and you guy's want to give it a try. My buddie went first and he just made a short u and back. His buddie said thats not much of a ride. I hoped on it and went furthur out while they were talking, got a ways out, looked back and they were yelling and waving so I pulled the brakes and spun it around and almost lost it. I figured I hit the wrong brake first (NO TRAINING AT ALL) and head back. Now they are yelling and I can't hear them. I get close and hit the brakes and find myself airborne, the bike lands on top of me and I am just thinking, "OK anything hurt" making sure nothing is broken before I move, then I feel a burning sensation. Ended up with a good burn on my leg from the tailpipe, still trying to figure out what I did wrong. Get back to them and they are saying "there are NO rear brakes".
I still want to build one, but have never been on one since.
"Ouch", "laughs", "Sheesh" and "Arggghhh" come to mind when reading these stories.
My late father in law was a 65 year master mechanic/welder who lost most of his teeth, he said, from wrenches that got away from him working on big trucks and tractors. He was able to relate when and where each one..or ones... were lost to.
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