Technical Ever get so pissed off you wanted to, or did, destroy something?

I have been beating on this for roughly two days now, in between food and Raquel Welch movies. Snapped an axle over the weekend. Slid the still good one and most of the broken one out, the broken spline still in the diff. Should have been an easy matter to poke it out from the other side, past the spider gears, but no go, to well pinched in there. So I pulled the 3rd member to get a better shot at it with a shorter punch, still working past the spiders. Still no go but did manage to move it a little. So out comes the posi unit, off comes the ring gear, out come the guts, and a bigger hammer. Still won't budge! My press is only 6 ton, won't budge it. The splines are twisted, I can see that much. I'm off to the machine shop, they have 20 ton, after this RW movie. Half my garage is covered in 90w, along with a dozen hammers, punches.

Vent over.

 

Yes, maybe not that pissed but I did throw a 1/2 x 9/16 box end craftsman through a '57 Chevy radiator once, well not all the way through but part of is was showing on the inside and part on the outside.

 

Thank you.

 

we have all been there , just remember anything we break will cost us , get an old punching bag and hang it in the garage to beat on , walk away and chill , then come back to it and use a bigger press , its a hobby and its supposed to be fun a relaxing , : )

 

What is it about throwing wrenches,a good friend of mine got so pissed of with his Dodge Charger he started ranting & raving,his wife went in the house and he threw a crescent wrench through the hollow core storage room door only to break his brand new windshield that he had carefully wrapped with a blanket to keep from scratching it......then he really got pissed and I left fearing for my life. HRP

 

When I was 17, I had a 66 Mustang. Couldn't get the rear drum off to replace the shoes because the star adjuster wouldnt spin. Tried prying it off with 2 big screwdrivers, nope. Took a 5 pound sledge and tried using a screwdriver as a chisel (yea, yea, whatever, we all have done it). Next thing I hear is CRACK as my drum split. Pissed off, stood up, MEANT to throw the screwdriver at the ground, nope, hit my freshly painted rear fender and took a huge chip out. Furious at that point, grabbed the sledge, threw it across the yard,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, right through the side window of my neighbors custom van. Ughhhhh.

I've mellowed out as I got older, that day helped.

 

Which time?

 

Yes!! Hurts like Hell when it comes back like a boomerang and hits you right in the noggin!!! Pete

 

I left work 28 years ago in my tidy EJ Holden.
Five minutes down the street, it died on me. Got the hood up, and couldn't find the problem.
It was Winter, and after a small amount of time, it still wouldn't start, and I lost my rag, and put my steel toed work boot through my mint grill.
Car started not long after, and I made it home, but with a hard to find, destroyed 63 Holden grill.
Never did find one to replace it with, but did learn a great lesson.
If your getting to the point of destroying something, while working on yer ride, walk away.
Come back when your calm, things seem to work out better.

 

I'm feeling much better already

 

When I was in high school I watched a friend drag his broken down Mustang in, work on it all day, then discover it was just out of gas. Oh man did he ever go off after that.

His weapon of choice was a piece of 1/2 rebar. I still remember him standing back and throwing his tape deck at the headlights until they were both busted out. All the glass was broken, and he jumped up and down on it until the flat surfaces were caved in. It went on for a while and there was no way I was going to get between him and that car.

His step mother came in and saw the car then started calling hospitals because it looked like he'd been in a roll over accident. The body less engine and trans ended up as valley fill.

 

Well....you know what they say.....its better to be pissed off than pissed on.

 

First car was a '59 Ford Custom four-door sedan. It was a eight year old beater at the time. The vacuum wiper wasn't working. The wipers would go very slowly in one direction, then snap back the other way at normal speed. I was at my friend's service station by the river in my home town with my head up under the dash trying to figure out what was wrong with it. I had my finger in the wrong place when the mechanism snapped back and smashed my finger between underdash wiper arm and cowl. This also caused me to bang my head pretty good under the dash. Turned the engine off, calmly removed the wiper motor and heaved it into the river.

 

I pulled the drive shaft out of my OT daily driver when i was 17. Did it in the driveway and didnt set the park brake. Drive shaft came out, truck starts rolling back so I stick my foot under it to stop it (or try) as I roll out as fast as I can. Open door smacks me in the head, tire breaks my foot, truck stops in the street. Man was I pissed that I broke my foot.

Not sure thats the same kind of pissed and or broken

 

I changed a water pump on an old flathead under the hood a few months ago....broke one of the studs off..rusty and crusty it was, and then proceeded to break the other one off!!...then hit my head on the hanging lamp, which broke the lightbulb...anti-freeze drippin in my shoes from loose pump, and I 'thought about' ripping the whole engine out with a big hammer and crowbar....but after a serious 10 minutes of jumping up and down in squishy shoes, and 'leaving' for 10 more minutes, I got my composure back somewhat...but, it was touch and go there--------I prefer to 'forget' the episode with the hammer and rear-springs upon my fingers!!!

 

I learned my lesson. Was under my 56 Chevy , had installed new shackle bushings and was lying on my back tightening the bolts. That was when I just got the car and it still hat leaf springs. Anyway, I was really hanging on the wrench tightening the bolt when the wrench slips off and I hit myself straight on my mouth.... It hurt so much I didn´t feel if I still had any teeth in my mouth. I got soooo damn angry , got out from under the car and threw the wrench down the driveway as hard as I could, with enough power to make it bounce up and send it through my parent´s living room window...That was the last time I threw something, just isn´t worth it. My Dad was in the house and after that he was mad...... lesson learned... btw, my mouth was swollen as hell but all my theeth were still in place...

 

Just about every step of building my truck was/is that way.....I started this build with lots of hair. In the 4 years I have been working on it I have lost almost all my hair....My garage floor was pristine, but is now covered in approx 5 gallons of unintentional fluid spills, undercoating from the tip being dirty and it spraying the wrong way when pressed, spray paint cans that got kicked and the nozzle wedged under something, blood, skin scrapings, you name it..... I have thrown things that have never been found, and found things I wasnt looking for, usually after I bought another. When I am looking, usually I step on it and break it, or hear it fall out onto the ground and then rolling to the center of the truck.

I literally crawled out from under my truck last weekend, stood up and screamed at the top of my lungs while double flipping the bird at it, and almost pushed it out into the street to get hit by something.....

Sometimes I wonder why I bother, its almost like the truck doesnt like me....

 

Long ago, and HAMBer "safari-wagon" may remember this (in the 80s) cuz he was there. I was trying to gut some parts from a 62 Cad cpe deville. Something happened and I got hurt. I already had a lot of time into getting whatever it was off and the pressure was rising. When I got hurt I ripped the door off the car. I was in a blind rage at that point shouting obscenities that would make a dock worker blush, the top hinge broke and the door was hanging there. Safari-wagon was standing there with that smirk that he still has today saying, "I didn't feel it..." which didn't help much. We closed up and went to the donut shop for some coffee and a break. The part came out easy after that. I figure the car got scared of me

 

I had a full sized 64 ford I drove to work everyday{I think I was about 18 then} and let my brother borrow the car one night He didn't tell me my partner from my shop and him were drinking and we would be doing about 60 M.P.H. and then my partner would light his lighter in front of his face blinding him for a few seconds while he would pull the car in to low at that speed.I don't know how many times they did this but when I came out the next morning and put the car in to drive and the car wouldn't move. Trans was shot. He came out laughing to tell me and I was so pissed I took a baseball bat and starting beating the shit out of the car. My dad came running out and pulled me away from the car threating to call the cops if I didn't calm down. Then an old timer told me about putting brake fluid in the trans . to swell the bands .I did that and got another 3 weeks of driving the old girl before the trans really took a dump. lol. Bruce.

 

After a few hours of my jailbar pickup pissing on my parade, I spun around and threw a 1/2" wrench in the direction of the empty shop bay (I've learned). The wrench took a glorious one hop off the concrete and stuck in the insulation on the back side of the roll up door. I had to get a ladder out because the damn wrench was embedded 5" out of my jump reach, once I climbed down a friend who had watched the whole episode unfold asked "feel better now". I grumbled something and went back to it.

 

I don't remember ever throwing anything but after my wife wrecked her car and the neighbors car by running into the neighbors car and pushing it around a tree I caused an uproar in the neighborhood by hooking a log chain to the bumper of the car she was driving and to my hitch on my 48 and doing burn outs until I hit the end of the chain until I had the bumper pulled away from the tire enough to drive the car the 50 yards home to the driveway. The town cop ran and hid on that one.

 

Another time I was working on a nice 57 pickup truck I got a deal on. It was one of the 1st times I was working with fiber glass.The kind you would cut the fiberglass strip and coat it with resion.I was repairing a rusted out section above the headlight. Well it kept sagging and after about the 5 th time I just lost it and yelled at the truck you think you need body work now watch this and took a body hammer to the fender, beating the day lights out of it including smashing the headlight . My partner had to pull me off and I was still so pissed I threw a huge screwdriver just missing his head and flew straight in to the sheet rock wall and stuck there. My partner then dragged a quarter panel of a car around back of the shop and left a big sledge hammer there and said please take your anger out on this instead of the cars . I used to go out back a few time and beat on it. I wound up just brazing a piece of metal to repair the rusted out part on the fender.Now I am 61 I have mellowed with the help of Prozack and Crown royal. lol.Bruce.

 

When I was building houses a long time ago, I went up onto the roof of one to see how the boys were doing putting on sheathing . I looked over and saw one of them cutting plywood with a hand saw and thought that was mighty strange.Then I realized it was MY 21 point Disston finish saw( the Coupe DeVille of handsaws) "Where the hell did you get that?"" Out of your truck." I was so pissed off I grabbed the saw, pronounced it ruined, and threw it off the roof.It went down 2 stories and right through the windshield of my 1959 F-100.I was so mad ,I took the rest of the day off! ( figured once the ball-busting started there could be bloodshed).What a bonehead!!!

 

Yes to your question. Rule of thumb for working on cars/most anything, a 5 minute job NEVER takes 5 minutes, what can FU usually does. It is funny how things can go well on projects, BUT then, something always comes along to remind yourself , WHY do I do this ? Then when its done, there's that feeling of self satisfaction, that makes it all worthwhile.

 

You won't be when you get all these therapists' bills.

 

I owned a pristine 40 Chevy coupe at one time. One day a couple teen aged twits decided to jump in and lock the doors. As I was trying to nicely get the one in the drivers seat to unlock the door and let me in, she just kept laughing and giving me a stupid grin. I snapped and put my fist through the window right into her face. The door opened super quick, but my hand sure hurt and I don't remember if I ever got another window or not.

 

Come close on many occasions, but I always manage to catch myself. Maybe it's because when I was a kid, I sent both of my brothers to the ER for stitches on several occasions. My wife used to like to smash glasses; she had the good sense to not do it when I was home. I won't put up with that kind of crap.

 

Years ago a coworker was trying to listen to a baseball game on his old jobsite radio and couldn't get it to hold the station. he tried adding a piece of wire to the antenna, moving the radio, moving the cord ,etc.etc.etc. Finally he just picked up the radio, calmly walked outside to the concrete driveway, wrapped the cord around his wrist and spun the radio around over his head several times and then brought it down on the pavement as hard as he could. It shattered into a million pieces which he kicked into a nearby mud puddle then came back into the house whistling as if nothing had happened. the rest of us totally lost it laughing!!!!

 

This is why you always have a good string of extreme swear words at the ready. When it all goes to shit, cut loose with those swear words, loudly and with FEELING. It can sometimes relieve just enough pressure to keep from breaking something expensive.

If you don't use some of the words all the time and save them only for special occasions, the effect is even greater.

I have learned this over time.

 

I have found over the years that "Installs in Minutes" is the biggest lie ever told...or at least close. The older I get, the less able I am to estimate time to do a job on one of the vehicles. Been surprised many times both ways. My Father used to throw stuff and for what ever reason, I can get pretty upset and more likely to put my foot in my mouth than to throw something.