Has anybody ever......?
Has anybody done this kind of thing? I can't be alone here. What kind of crazy thing have you guys done while wrenching on your stuff?

I wrench for a living. The list of dumb stuff I've done is pretty long. Let's see, caught my hair in a creeper wheel, cut the tip off of one finger changing a heater hose on a Roadrunner, lost most of a finger nail while removing a hood from an F750, split my upper lip while replacing a rear main seal on an International DT466, had a grindstone blow apart and bury a chunk in my right thigh just to name a few. Too many minor cuts and burns to count. The more severe stuff I can remember.
I have scars from Cat, Cummins, Detroit and International diesels, Fuller and Spicer transmissions and a real nasty one from a Mack spring.
I'm kinda proud of them.

-Rod


2 inches left or right i probly would look like a pirate

Well, I was doing axle seals and shoes on my bud's F-350......
My hands were still kinda slippery from the hypoid and I was wrestling with the brake springs,,,
(you know where this is going, right???
)In a flash the pliers were gone!
I felt something hit me in the side of the face.
I have *no idea* where they went,....until I turn my head to look for them.
That's right, somehow, they are hooked in my cheek.
I'm really fortunate not to have lost an eye.
I think of putting on goggles when working with springs now, but more often than not I'm so greasy or sweaty there's just no point.
I have hit myself in the face more than once really pulling on something in tight quarters when the bolt, or socket, let go.
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Because I was the only guy she knew who knew what a wrench was; I'd go out in the parking lot, while I was on break, and fix them for her, as cheaply as possible... Redneck automotive skills at their best (duct tape on the air intake, bailing twine on the exhaust, and my personal favorite; the cracked coolant resevour we patched with chewing gum)...
Well one night she complained about the blue smoke, and I asked if she had ever changed the oil... Nope, so I set out to do that... Much like the original poster I bashed myself in the nose with the wrench I was using to loosen the drain plug... It didn't help I was doing it in the dark either, haha... A roll of paper towels and I was ok, but makes for a good story...
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Well, I was doing axle seals and shoes on my bud's F-350......
My hands were still kinda slippery from the hypoid and I was wrestling with the brake springs,,,
(you know where this is going, right???
)In a flash the pliers were gone!
I felt something hit me in the side of the face.
I have *no idea* where they went,....until I turn my head to look for them.
That's right, somehow, they are hooked in my cheek.
I'm really fortunate not to have lost an eye.
I think of putting on goggles when working with springs now, but more often than not I'm so greasy or sweaty there's just no point.
I have hit myself in the face more than once really pulling on something in tight quarters when the bolt, or socket, let go.
ArdWrknTrk, my brother did bascially the same thing, but with wire strippers will workin on his *shudder* import. (he came back from the dark side though when he bought an explorer) he was wiring a lighted shift **** when the tool slipped off while he was stripping a wire and it caught him in the forehead. the phonecall went something like this;
me: hello
brother:can u put dad on the phone?
dad talked to him for like 30 seconds then i heard "u want to go to the hospital?" i went oh s... lol he was ok though.
i cant remember doing anything like that...yet. lol
ArdWrknTrk, what part of CT are u from? im from Waterford (by New London)
sry for off topic.
I almost nailed the cat with a flying pry bar from that darn tensioning belt one time.
And on another occasion, I dropped a 12" section of 10AWG across both battery terminals, which was exciting to say the least.
I get so many cuts though from wrenching and I don't even know where they came from or when they happened. Just wrap with paper towel, duct tape and moove on...
Anyway, one of the first projects I undertook on the car once the weather warmed up that year was to change the spark plugs.
Simple, right?

WRONG.

Mine had the 318 engine, which meant that the back two plugs on both sides were buried by wires, hoses and other assorted emissions-related crap (and also, on the driver's side, by the steering shaft).
I managed to get all but the very last plug on the passenger's side when I realized that my hands were soaked and red with blood. I'd taken all of the hide off of my knuckles, and was bleeding profusely.
Then the worst happened.
That last plug was stuck.
Whether it was the blood loss, my anger about the blood loss, or just stupidity, I applied all of my weight to the wrench, which finally broke free and slammed various parts of my body into whatever was closest.
My left hand slammed into a gap in the exhaust manifold, where my little finger twisted and broke.
My elbow hit the ballast resistor, where it got cut open on the sharp edge of the plug.
And my forehead hit the wing nut on the air cleaner, slicing the skin above my left eyebrow.
No stitches were required, but I looked like I'd been mauled by a lion.
About a week later, my Dad was under the hood replacing the fuel pump and he pointed out these neat little (obviously removable) panels in the wheel housings on both sides of the engine.
"Did you take those out and get the plugs out through there? You know that's what those are for, don'tcha?"
Well, no, I didn't. But I was too sore and too embarrassed to admit it.








