Was laughing with a buddy of mine last night about one of my alltime classic dumb butt moves and thought I would bear all to the forum in hopes that you will return in kind and helpt me not feel so bad hahaha.

I was in my garage intently tunning my new edelbrock carb. I was just about to ahieve bliss in tunning. I could smell the gas and my mind was racing at the increased performance of my new carb. The fumes must have gotten to me because I had a complete brain fart.

I reached inside the interior through the window and started her up. Completely absent minded about the fact that I had leaft the car in gear. It started right up due to my fantastic tunning and proceeded to run over my foot, plow into the garage wall knocking out the sheet rock and the die. Did I mention the car was still on my foot when it died.

So here I am screaming in pain from my vette on my foot. I had wierd visions of a trapped wolf gnawwing my foot off to get out of the trap. I could not budge the car and my buddy was inside the house getting beer and could not hear my screamming.

In my fit of pain, and now anger I managed to take the car out of gear and push it off my foot as my buddy came through the door with 2 cold ones and commenced to laughing his butt off as the story unfolded.

Needless to say I am still catching more than my fair share of flak over this one.

Chime in with your own dumb butt move. Help a brother out !!!!
:cheers:

 

How was the nose of the vette?

No serious damage to your foot?

(please take special note of the ordering of the questions. ;))

 

This was prior to the complete restoration I am in the middle of. Nose of vette bruised, foot bruised, EGO bruised :lol:

 

I can definately re-late. I put my car into the wall last night. I was in it though.
Not under it. :lol:
Glad you and the car are Okay
Bob

 

Probably my stupidest move that almost got me killed was when I was installing the trans and transfer case into my old K5 Blazer. I had everything assembled and bolted to the motor. All held place with a jack under the transmission . All I needed was the bolts to the crossmember which were just out of reach off to the side of the truck. So I go about pulling myself out from the underside by grabbing hold of the jack handle, twisting it in the process and letting the trans and transfer case come down towards my head. Because the trans was already bolted to the motor it just stopped short of crushing my head. As it was I was pinned but if there was another inch of give I wouldn't have been here to type this. :eek:

 

Thanks guys I am feeling better. keep em comming :lol:

 

Ha, guess your safety switch doesn't work!!

I did the same thing when I was about 18 but the car (a Pro Street V8 Vega) was in REVERSE and I was using a remote starter switch so I was in front of the car!! I was adjusting the rockers (solid cam). The car cranked right up and it had a fairly radical motor that idled at over 1000 RPM so it took off like a bat out of hell. Before I could pick my jaw off the ground, it hit a big tree in my front yard about 50 ft away and died. Driver side quarter panel was trashed. I know exactly how you felt when it happened (except the physical pain!). Luckily none of my buds or my family was at home so I think I came up with some lame story as a coverup. To this date the only one that knows the truth is my wife (of 22 yrs) who was my grlfriend at the time.

Mark


[Modified by mdsmith, 12:56 PM 12/10/2001]

 

I had a 1971 olds cutless (350 rocket) and I shut my hand in the hood. For about 30 second I pounded the hood and kicked the grille. Finally remembered the hood release was under the front bumper.

 

Its amazing how pain makes you forget the obvious answers to the problem at hand. So to speak. I am rolling in the floor laughing I knew I could not be the only one with a great story. Live and learn, I am just glad Darwin has not caught up with me yet.

 

im sorry!! but i just cant compete with you guys!!

:conehead :conehead

:lol: :lol: :lol:

 

Wow I guess I am just lucky :cheers:

 

Had my BOSS 302 in a friends garage after I had it painted, and I would go over to assemble it after work. One evening, I'm closing up the garage and reach up to pull down the roll-up door with the short rope hanging from it. Instead of grabbing the handle as it was coming down, I managed to stick two of my fingers between the sections of the door as it was closing. Ooow! :cry . Unbelievable pain! I managed to reach the handle, unlock the door and raise it back up. I still have a kink in my index finger.

Hans

 

Oh man, too many to list right now, but the all time classic for me was about 20+ years ago. I lived in a home and the road in front was on an incline leading to a 'T' for the main road. My '58 Ply E-brake didn't work and since the Chrysler boys neglected to give this car a 'Park' selector, I was lowered to carrying a brick with me and just put it under the tire when stopped out in front of the house. I also had a hot rod '49 Ford that didn't run so I got in the habit of just running the Ply front bumper up against the back bumper of the Ford and that way I didn't have to mess with the dang brick. :) Man I thought I was pretty smart back then. :crazy: Anywhoo, one spring day I was again working on the Ford and the darn thing fired up!! Whoohoo, I was so excited I jumped right in, popped it in gear and down the end of the street I went...I turned right at the 'T' in the road and...........you ever had one of those "something ain't right" feelings? Yep, you guessed it. I look in the rear view mirror only to see the Ply crossing the main road all by itself!! :eek: OH CRAP!! Jump out of the '49 leaving it in gear and hoping it will die and stop by itself and run like a bat out of he** toward the car as the Ply crosses the road, goes through the neighbors hedge/flower bed and (fortunatly being a nice warm day I had left the windows down on the Ply) I sprint and jumped thru the pass side window opening and stabbed my hand on the brake pedal about 10' from the 4X4 the holds up their 2nd story sun deck! That was a hard door to knock on for sure. "Sorry folks, but as soon as I back my car over your flowers again, I'll replant for you"....took the rest of the weekend to fix that mess. I need a drink now...bye.

 

A friend of mine was riding with me in the '76 I used to have. We were stopped at a red-light one rainy night about this time of year. He thinks he sees a purse on the shoulder of the road (did I mention this is the cheapest guy in history?) He gets out to pick it up. As soon as he gets out, the light turns green. A car is coming around the corner behind us, and with the rain and the darkness and the green light, this poor guy had no way of knowing that I was stopped dead because my friend is an idiot. I'm screaming at him to get back in the car. He leaps back in the car. (did I mention that this guy was the center for my high school football team at the time and couldn't really "leap"?) He yells GO!... so I go... I didn't realize that his right foot was still hanging out of the car. I drive up onto his foot, realize something is terribly wrong and stop to figure out what is going on. He begins screaming like a little girl for me to back up. My brain realizes that I just ran over my buddies foot and decides it wants no part of it... so it completely stops working for a few seconds. (did I mention that the car that was coming up behind us is screeching to a halt a few feet from my bumper at this point?) My brain finally decides to jump back on board and I back off of his foot. He pulls his leg back into the car and I haul butt towards the hospital. Thankfully he wasn't hurt, but it nearly injured me... once I realized he was alright, I couldn't control my laughter and nearly killed me :boxing (Thankfully he wasn't quick enough to catch me until he had cooled off) :jester

:D

 

CLASSIC STORIES GUYS. You are all my heros. My sides hurt from laughing

 

When my buddies and I were putting the rebuilt/modified engine back into my Vette, I slide underneath to check the alignment of the bell housing to block and while we were adjusting/lifting the engine, one of my buddies noticed that the Vette was off the front jack stands and being supported only by the engine hoist and one motor mount. I looked over at the stands (from under the Vette) as he said that and slide out from under there like I was on fire. :mad

No one was hurt but I'm sure glad that hoist and mount held all that weight. :)


[Modified by vettesite, 12:40 PM 12/10/2001]

 

OK, here is another K-5 Blazer story:
I had to change the rear u-joint in my Blazer because the lift caused a bad drivline angle. Since it was lifted I did not need to jack it up and I just got under, removed two bolts; got out, put it in neutral, let it roll down the slight incline the driveway had until the driveshaft rotated enough to let me get at the other two bolts. Then I put it back in park, crawled under, removed the other two bolts and started pulling on the driveshaft to get it out. For some reason, the driveshaft didn't want to budge (almost like it was under tension, Duh!). I finally gave a mighty heave and *PoP* it came out!
And started rolling!
With me under it!
I looked over, saw the front 32x11.50x15 tire rolling at my head, and rolled out from underneath in record time...almost completely. The tire ran over my right shin, which fortunately was flat on the ground. Nothing was broken, but I had a bruise shaped exactly like the tread on a BFG Radial All Terrain for about two months.
The Truck?
Stopped rolling about ten feet down the driveway, no harm done.
For the record, I always block the tires now....

 

Not me, but my neighbor ... Many year ago, while living in a VERY hilly section of Pittsburgh, a neighbor forgot to put her car in gear AND to point her front wheels toward the curb. As she got out of the car, it started rolling down the street. She runs after it. The street curves, the car doesn't. I threads the bushes in front of our house and proceeds to accelerate down the hill through our next door ( downhill ) neighbors yard ... hits the side of their house going about 30 mph, and stops in there kitchen. Luckily they are not home. Then, after about an hour or so, we all hear this big bang and ... the car falls through the kitchen floor and into the basement !!! Took'em weeks to take the car apart enough to get it out of there.

It sounds like the is a cartoon or something but it's not, I was there ... I still remember that day !!!

 

Yeah sure it was your neighbor. RIGHT !!! :rolleyes: :lol:

 

I hope you didn't hurt the tire with it being parked on your hard foot :lol: