the stupidest thing that i ever did was to sell my business and sign a contract that kept me there for 5 years.my contract runs out in 10 days.

good stuff... ...ok here's some...put the domed pistons in my first "pop-up" piston engine in backwards...then driving it 3000 miles before it finally spun a rod beariing...had the cutest little "smilies" in the tops of all the pistons...
...stood between two cars on the side of the highway hooking up jumper cables...that cost me 3 months in a wheel chair and 6 months out of work......borrowed a set of heads to break in my new engine while mine were being finished, just couldn't wait ya know, borrowed heads had roller valve springs, I was running a flat tappet cam...nice...real nice...

Posting a "Goodbye" thread here on Moparts.

Hi Eric.

slaming my cuda door shut and shattering the glass in a million pieces from being at the car needless to say, i learned to never do that again.

Welcome back, Satellite6.

One thing I never like to admit!
I was installing a new intake on my 340 dart one day, and working at my parents auto repair business at the same time, I had everything ready to put the intake on, and laid one of those red cotton shop rags across the lifter area, to keep things from possibly ruining my nice clean prepared surfaces and thinking I would just lay the intake and carburetor on for a second to see what it looked like, how tall, etc....Well, you can tell where this is going? The shop got busy all of the sudden and a few hours later, getting back to "my" favorite project...I forgot about that rag! I spent lots more time getting the rag out of the oil pump drive and oil pump and oil filter!!!! What a mess!
Thanfully, my Brother's and Dad have forgot and never mention it anymore! That was about 20 years ago! And I ALWAYS check even the small things and never get in a hurry anymore, at least on My stuff!

Two words:

"I do".

Hey DG you stold my reply!
Tim

PS a buddy called me about 10 years ago and said his ElCamino was skipping and clicking real bad after an intake swap, well I pilled the intake and there were the remains of 2 shop rags wrapped around everything. Had to pull the engine and clean out the red fuzz.

In my youth (Pyro) My friend and I found a LARGE Co2
bottle the kind that Military Avaitors use in
their emergency live vests. We played w/ the Co2 from pellet guns filled them up and put fuses in the top and lit them and ran. BUT THIS ONE WAS HUGE!!!! about 7-8in long and about 1 1/2 in diameter, we filled that thing up and we were just itchin to light this thing off. We hoped in my truck ( we both came to the concensus that we probabaly DONT want to light this thing off in the city NO need for the SWAT team and the Bomb squad showin up to crash our party) and headed out for the woods.

We found a back road and went for it, we came upon an OLD washing machine The ones that have concrete in the bottoms.... PERFECT!!!! the fuse on this thing is aprox 15 minutes to get the HELL out of the area, My buddy smokes and said let me brake off the filter and light the cigerette and that gives us another 15 min.

He lights the cig and takes a puff and sticks the fuse in the end of the cig and we get in the truck and HAUL ARSE.

10 min go by

15 minutes go by gettin a little nervous

20 min still nothing we were askin our selves if we should go check if the cig went out.

25 min gettin impatent

30 min NOTHING

OK it went out, we get out wits up to go see if it indeed did go out. We just jump out off the bed of the truck. and the INSTANT our feet hit the ground......... BOOM............. We were over 100 yards away and we heard shrapnel flyin above our heads


That was our last time playin w/ explosives .............Then I joined the Marine Corps

sliding my Concorde sideways down the street and the into somebodies yard. That was on purpose until I got to the yard yesterday.

Stupidest thing? You mean besides a Norelco on the tongue? Hmmm. Have to think for a minute.

Ok. Got it.

Before we were married, my wife lived in an apartment. One year for Christmas, I decided to give her a VCR for one of her presents. Went to hook it up and realized that the electrical outlet by the TV, only had one recepticle working. Now, since outlets are like a buck at Wally World, I figured I'd just replace it, instead of having to wait for the maintenance guy to show up eventually. So, I bought an outlet but hadn't installed it yet. This is where it gets good.
I was getting ready to pick her up for the company Christmas party, so I decided it'd be cool to drive the Charger. Went to the party, had a good time, got back to her place afterwards. I decided, at 9pm on a Sunday night, that this would be a good time for me to switch out the outlet. She started to change out of her dress clothes, in preparation for bed, while I got the "implements of destruction" ready. I took the faceplate off, and pulled the outlet and wires out from the wall. The previous installer had attached the wires, not with the Man screws, but with the lazy, yuppy push-in-and-lock slot. You know what I'm talking about, right? In order to release the wire from the back of the outlet, you have to push in on a little tab by each hole, which then releases the wire. Instead of the screw, unscrew alternative. My girlfriend/wife only had a pair of screwdrivers, a hammer, and a pair of pliers that a mechanic had left in her car at some time. None of the aforementioned "tools" would fit into the itty-bitty hole to release the wire. Ahhhh, but! She did have a nice, slender, serrated steak knife in the kitchen. Now, I'm not stupid. I did shut off the breaker that powered up that circuit so I wouldn't fry myself. Bad part was, was the lights in that half of the apartment were also on the same breaker. No problem. Rounding out her tool stash, was one of them plastic, dollar flashlights. Perfect for this job. I proceeded, by the light of the magic lamp (flashlight) to hold the outlet in one had, while pushing on the tab with the steak knife in the other AND pulling on the wire with a couple fingers off the first hand. Got it? So, I'm pushing, pulling, pushing, pulling and POP!!! The first wire comes out. Then the second wire, I'm pushing, pulling, pushing some more and POP!!! The second wire is released from it's electrical prison. Only one wire left. I readjust the flashlight and proceed. I'm pushing, pulling, and pushing some more. It's being stuborn. Pushing, pulling, pushing and...... You know the sound you might make, if you were playing in the bathtub, and you wanted to make boat motor noises? You'd put your mouth just under the water line and blow bubbles while humming, right? Sort of a "bububububububub". Remember that. So, I was still pushing, pulling trying to get the last wire out of the back of the outlet, when (motorboat noise here * ) up the knife, my ring finger did go. Just like a kid with a stick running along a picket fence. My instant reflex was to shake my hand (everybody does this when they cut or smash a finger/hand, right?) and when I did, I felt something wet hit my face. I then grabbed my finger, and in the dark, said, "Uh, PAAMMMMM. I think you'd better get in here!" Which she did. Came running out of the bathroom where she had only had time to partially, um, get ready for bed. She said, "What?!" I said I cut my finger as I was passing her for the bathroom. I got in there and put my hands in the sink and opened my hand and I won't tell you about what I saw. I closed my hand, told her I needed a paper towel or 3. I looked at myself in the mirror and figured out what the wet stuff was that hit me in the face, blood. She got me the paper towels and asked me if I thought I needed stitches. I opened my hand up and she said, "YES!!!!" So, here's the problem. Half the apartment is dark, where's my keys, wires hanging out of the wall, I didn't want to flip the breaker and burn the whole complex down, so, I did what anybody else would have done: I finished the job. She held the flashlight, and I, with my finger wadded up in a papertowel, continued to push and pull til the stupid wire came out. Put the new one in, WITH the lazy man's way (I had a good reason, ok?). Got it mounted and then flipped the breaker on only to see a 3 foot line of red stuff running up the wall from where I had been working. Called my parent's house and let my mom know what was going on. She wanted to know if I could drive (4 speed Charger). Said yes. Girlfriend and I left the apartment to the walk-in healthcare, just a couple blocks up the street. Closed. Had to drive to the hospital. Drove to the highway, ran a quick jaunt down to the next exit. Exiting the highway, funny thing. The Charger hiccupped (or missed). It had never done that, but it was still running and since the hospital was only 2 blocks away, didn't see any reason to turn around and go home. Got in to the emergency room and they started fixing me up. The doctor came in with the big needle and said he was going to stick the finger with numbing stuff (the name escapes me at this writing, I'm tired, ok?). No problem, I'll just lay here and not watch you do that. He splayed my hand out on the table and spread out my fingers. Took the needle and jabbed it into the one side of my finger, almost ramming it through the table, or so I thought. Then the other side, same thing, except it felt like he didn't remove it completely, before he rotated it and then it felt like he was running down the length of my finger, before removing it. He left. I told Pam, "It FELT like he was trying to stick it through the TABLE." She said, "It LOOKED like he was trying to stick it through the table!" He came back and started his work. He said, "You're probably wondering what this white, fatty looking stuff is called (that was sticking out)." I said yes. He said, "That's white fatty stuff." Great. A comedian. 4 stitches and we left the E-room. Started for home, but not the highway (Thank God, now that I think about it, some 10 years later...). Got a mile or so from the hospital and the Charger missed/coughed again. Hmmmm. Then once more, and then it just quit altogether. Looked at the gauges and ARRRGH!! Out of gas. Luckily, we coasted into the parking lot of a gas station, except they were closed. Told Pam to give me a quarter so I could call home. She said, "Um, I cleaned out my purse before the party." Unbelievable. Had to call my mom, collect, to bring me some gas, at the gas station where we were sitting.

That sounds more like a saturday night gone wrong.

It really didn't have to do with you being stupid.

Except for maybe using a stake knife.

my ex wife.......

1) The single most stupid thing I have ever done was to punch a wall and break my one and only hand, while in high school. I told my father that I hurt it during a wrestling match. The story was working until the Dr. came out and told us it was a classic boxers break.




2)I was climbing in a tree cutting branches out of it with a bow saw. I got used to using the same branches to move around the tree. I only feel 10 feet after grabbing one I just cut.

3) I took one of those disposable flash cameras apart to look inside. I was poking around and touched the leads to the flash capacitor(sp) The wife heard the crack all the way across the house. Ouch.

4) Not me, but I watch my father heat up an exhaust manifold with a Acetelyne(sp) torch trying to remove a busted stud. He set the torch down and grabbed the manifold with his bare hand. I couldn't understand how he could be that stupid. Until I "forgot", After working around really hot things you can forget/take for granted, that they're hot.

Signed up to a all Mopar site!!! J/K