Ever get mad and throw a wrench, smash something, verbal tirate, punch a...?

hahahahaha

 

Threw a bench grinder once......... mad at a lawnmower.

Threw a small 13" B/W TV once .... mad at the wife.

 

yeah i am not as calm away from the car when am not near hard to get parts, i threw a almost brand new 51 cm flat screen colour tv and when i was about 18 i threw a stereo at a wall becuase the macarena came on one station and then i changed the station and it came on again on the other station.
flying grinders is a fear for me, once i cought a grinder with a twist knot cup brush spinning on it after it grabbed and kicked and headed for my face, i cought it by the wrong end, had to have 4 days of work and wear gloves at work for the next 3 weeks but after a week i was using the grinder again with the twist knot cup brush, when i am around the car however, i am used to everything going wrong and know getting mad will just be a set back.

 

i punched through a tempered side window of a jeep cherokee at work when i discovered that my gal had been cheating on me. Also punched the front window outta a different jeep. Got a huge dent with my knuckle imprints in it on a compound curve in my dodge, gone through 3 phones this year, had to repair a bunch of sheetrock in the shop, ect....


Im mostly calm, but i can get set off

 

Yes, not so much anymore, but many times in the past. Nothing too phenominal to report - although I got ticked off at my '50 Chevy a while back and used my palm to hammer *out* the dent in the right fender. And I pretty well popped it back into shape that way, other than where the bead of the wheel arch is kinked a bit.

 

Anger management. When I was much younger I kicked over the shifter of my V6/4 speed '80 Monza because it was getting balkier by the day. It was mounted to the floorpan instead of the trans and the rods were always working loose. I have my mom's Irish temperament. But that's nothing. My best friend spazzed out in the shotgun seat of the same car over a girl and tore the fucking dashboard off WHILE I WAS DRIVING! Good thing I was going slow and straight because when I went to turn the wheel to pull over it wouldn't budge; the dash was now jammed up against it.

I've cut way down on the coffee and try to get to the gym more often. That, and maturity, have mellowed me out quite a bit.

 

I was 19 and dumber than a sack of rocks, I was tuning my bug and nothing was going as planed. I stepped back about 5 feet and threw a screwdriver at the engine and it bounced off the coil and stuck in my girlfriends calf. Not a good thing. I felt very bad about it and for some reason she forgave me.
Every time I feel like I'm going to lose my temper I think of that and I calm down.
Learned patience after that.

 

Learned everything I know from my dad(well I probably got SOME on my own) laying under construction equipment trying to get bolts out that are bigger than you fist and hidden where you can only see with your bad eye!

Actually that's where I learned PATIENCE also!
Jim

 

I don't get angry like that. I just never have... it's not in me.

I don't however, let any inanimate object get the best of me! I go down the flow chart in my head until it's fixed. If I have to step away from it for a while, I watch TV for a bit or head down the block for a big-ass Coke or something to get away from it, then try something else.

But yeah man... I've never, EVER blown up like that. Seriously.

I guess I'm weird that way.

~Jason

 

The worst ones I have ever done out of anger; I have shot at cars on multiple occasions and cut one apart with a torch and threw it in a dumpster.

 

thats awesome!


A guy i was trained by a guy that would get made and on a regular basis throw ALL of his tools of the roof of random buildings including vacuum pumps and impact drills. it was the funniest thing to watch. Didn't laugh out loud though it was pretty uncomfortable to be around. Also he "dropped" several of our dispatch radios. those were like 200 a pop.

 

I would love to hear the thoughs as that rolled out.lol hahaha

"God damn car, GOD DAMN SCREW DRIVER, GOD DAMN ME!"

 

Best one yet! Are you the bastard that keeps stealing the clothes off my line?

 

In 1984 some piece of shit vandalized my Buick Convertible. They stole the battery, and then stuck a bar or tire iron between the door handle and door skin. Proceeded to yank until my door was caved in and the handle was bent down. I was so pissed I slammed the door as hard as I could and shattered the glass. That DID NOT make things better.
Towed the car home and let it sit for a couple months before I could bear to be near it. Fixed the door, replaced the glass, but I intentionally left the broken glass in the door. Now (I still own the car) when I shut the door I hear the glass rattle and it reminds me that you will not win by taking anger out on the stuff you own. There have been times I have come close to forgetting this lesson, and I have actually walked over to the Buick, opened the door and shook it back and forth, listening to the glass to calm me down.

 

Zeke your a chef those ARE tools!!!

 

Three pound shop hammer, me pissed off at the dumbass store manager, my brand new Snap-on tool box with a dent in the side structure instead of a drawer.
Another, a Toyota 4wd CV head that wouldn't go together. At least it didn't hit anything but my scrap drum.

 

I have a friend with a Geo Prizm, and he kicks in the fenders anytime something doesn't work on that car. (Which is a lot.)

 

I have my moments of super human strength when angry at something. I was wedged between a truck bed and a partial frame from a 36 ford. We were putting stilts with casters on the front frame stub from the 36 so we could keep the engine and tranny rolling around out of our way. Well... it was one of those welds in a position where you know before you start that you're gonna get burned somewhere. And a ten gallon ice chest fell on me right when i started to weld. I ( not mad) picked it up and moved it.....weld weld bam...again. The other two guys in the shop giggled. I am on my knees wedged in a tight spot, pick up the chest (very fast) and hurl it over my back paralell with the ground, and it goes.....ten feet, knocks the cherry off of a buddys smoke while standing behind me...then...another ten feet past another sitting in a chair and grazes his shoulder near his head..then a few more and puts a 8 inch crater into a s-10 windshield...20 feet plus and only 3 feet off the ground...yea I was mad.

 

When I was younger I had a bad temper and a lot of things went airborne!! now I don't let things bother me anymore after a good friend had a heart attack and died from always worring about things.

 

Been there done that, got frustrated as a much younger man, working on a car, hit the sheet rocked wall, found the stud, broke the knuckle, spent several weeks in a cast, never happened again.. plain stupid.

 

Being married for 25 years taught me that it was ALWAYS my fault,even if I wasn't there,or was asleep at the time something happened..so I don't throw shit,I just hang my head and think deep thoughts about how bad I suck at stuff...

 

nope..dont do it..learned that it always backfires and than causes me more work to get pissed off about..kind of a vicious circle.

 

Ha Ha .. wanna buy some steel balls...
Dave

 

I have one of those scars too.
I remember getting angry trying to take out a dent and kicking the car. Then I had two dents to take out. I don't flip out or throw stuff anymore, but I do make with the profanity. I nailed my elbow on the corner of my Merc's door and spent a good five minutes laying on the garage floor muttering every foul word known to man. I used to work with a guy that threw car batteries against walls when angry - lead and acid everywhere. Sometimes tools would fly past my head when I was minding my own business. He once punched a wall and broke his hand and I ended up doing his brake jobs for awhile. My neighbor goes into uncontrollable fits to the point that I pretty much have to hide or leave. Once he was trying to put in a screw and totally flipped out for a good 20 minutes. Tools flying everywhere, screaming, you name it. Scary stuff. My favorite stories though are from the body shop where I used to work. The owner would occasionally get stressed out and pull this freaking huge knife out of his desk drawer and start stabbing his desk and screaming - that was fun to be around - that and his heroine addict brother in law. In the same body shop, the guy I used to work with would be working along, then suddenly fall to the ground and start screaming and flopping around on the ground holding his hip. After a few minutes he would get up light a cigarette and go back to work like it was nothing. He said he had injured himself racing motorcycles. I won't even get into what my old gas station boss was like. Ah memories - good times.

 

I don't throw stuff, but I've had my moments where I cursed and yelled. I remember changing a fuel filter on a OT daily driver and stripping out the sides of the nut but only after it was partially loose and leaking gas on my face. I screamed and cursed, walked about the block. Started laughing and used some channel locks to get it off.

 

I was under the mustang once. A piece of junk fell in my face I flenched and hit my head on the ground(hard) then reared my head back up and hit the frame. Knocked myself out. I came around and hour later.

I was installing some new screen material. I asked the wife to hold one side..She seems to busy. I had the one side fitted and then worked my way around. Right then the material ripped. I crumpled the screen frame in my hand then stomped it into submission. All the while she watched....all she could say was
"Ok we did'nt need that screen anyway."

 

Good Humor. I laughed out loud at some of these. I have lost my temper too many times and destroyed things I really liked and or needed. I took a 10 lb mall to a steel desk I really liked cuz it slid off a trailer as I was unloading it (by myself). It hit me and I lost it. It was scrap when I was done. I had a drill that worked intermittently and I needed two holes drilled on a Friday night, out of O2 for the smith wrench, got one hole drilled, the drill died 1/2 way through other hole. I smashed it 25 times on the ground with the cord, felt better and cleaned it up. The next morning I was up early to depart and my neighbor across the alley came walking over holding something in his hand as I was loading my junk and said "any idea what this is?" holding up a gear from the drill... I said, "no idea".... he just looks at me and says must be part of your drill.... He apparently watched the whole deal... I still laugh about that one. Same house and garage I was building a shovelhead and the tank fell off the stand I had just painted it on (clearcoat over bare metal) and the tank fell off, so I killed the tank with a claw hammer and kicked a hole in the garage door. I had the tank on the wall for many years to remind me not to do that again... didn't work. Usually as I am destoying the offending object there is a string of obscenities that flys out at the same time. I have a 2 year old daughter so I am much better now. Working on the old IH helps. I have friends who say "why don't you just take a break" so I do. Crazy shit I tell you.

 

If it helps any, women don't seem to be immune from this. A girl I knew of when I was in college broke her hand or wrist somehow, come to find out she'd punched a tree. Some farm hick girl from east nowhere - well, it was an ag & tech school - come to think of it, she was built like a linebacker, 6'+ tall and like 300 lbs, maybe she wasn't entirely a girl.


Well, so much for lunch today.

 

i used winstrol and a bunch of other groth hormones for about a year and a half, there wasnt a day that i did scream, kick, punch or throw some thing or some one.... now im calm as can be and covered in stretch marks

 

Just mentioned this thread to another car guy coworker. He said he was having trouble with some new front HD torsion bars for his dune buggy. He was using a pickle fork as a pry bar and things slipped when it was almost in place. He 'winged' the fork and it stuck in the garage door with the 2 prongs poking out the other side.