at his house last year his buddy Alex P poured gas on a little camp fire and it ran up to the can. so he through it in the fire and it spattered gas and fire on the side of the house...at this time we fired up the hot rods and left! Nads + Fire = bad things
Nads, you're one funny dude! I know too many people who try to "talk" their rods together. Your actions embellished by words are at least examples for others. Examples? Maybe entertainment... Hope to meet you someday. I know you exist, Zor told me so.
after the camp fire deal........NADS used a can of gas to try and start a camp fire at a friends house which consisted of a tree stump and some cardboard...again he poured the gas out of the can the POW the can was set a fire!!
I think I just may be stupider than any of you . .. and here's proof. About 10 years ago I built one of those potato launchers out of PVC pipe. They consist of about 18 inches of 4-inch pipe with a cap on one end, a reducer on the other, and a 2-foot barrel made of the 2-inch or so pipe. The only joint that wasn't glued was the join between the big pipe (firing chamber) and the reducer. Anyway, took this thing to the guys' weekend at the cabin, hoping to launch potatos across the lake, but never couuld get it to fire properly. Couple weeks later I'm home alone in the garage (which is at the back of the lot) on a weekday afternoon . . . hot summer day, entire neighborhood is real sleepy and quiet. I spotted this thing in the corner and decided to make it work. Drilled a bigger hole in it that I could stick one of those butane grille lighters into -- figured I'd get the flame right inside there. Tried some hairspray. No luck. Tried some starting fluid. No luck. Tried some carb cleaner. No luck. Then my eyes lit on the oxy-acetylene tanks in the corner. Yeah. That's what I need. Cracked the acetylene valve and filled the chamber. Stuck the butane thing in there and clicked it. It went "Whump." Very low-key, whooshing sound, little heat wave out the end. Hmmmmm. Blew into the hole with my mouth. Click the butane thing. "Whump." So I figured I'd better introduce a little oxygen into the thing. Crack the oxy valve, give it a shot. Crack the acetylene valve, give it a shot. Face the street, brace the **** of the thing against my hip, click the butane thing and WHAM! Loudest ****ing noise I've ever heard -- I mean it was like being under the Arizona's 12-inch guns when they're lobbing shells into Iraq. The barrel and reducer shoot out into the street about 100 feet while the recoil spins me around 360 degrees and leaves me with a softball-size bruise on my hip that lasted for about a month. I was stone deaf in my right ear for about half an hour, and both ears were ringing for a day. If that reducer had been glued on, I'd still be picking pieces of PVC out of my hide today. Now THAT's stupid! Steve.
A while back jerry had a small problem with some leaky fuel lines. We had been at the local Friday night cruise night and as usual at about 10:00pm, jerry, scooter and I were the last ones still there. Jerry started his truck to leave and smoke and flames instantly erupted from under the hood. Jerry shut the motor down, but the fire had melted some wiring so the electric fuel pump would not shut off. While jerry very calmly scrambled to get to the battery access panel in the floor of the truck (anyone who knows jerry knows that he carries everything in his truck,so it took some time for jerry to get to the battery), scooter and I opened the hood and frantically tried to beat the flames out with a big towel. All that this accoplished was to send the little chrome air cleaners from jerry's tri-power set up skittering in three directions across the parking lot. It must have looked pretty funny to p***ers by to see these two nit wit goons jumping around and beating a flaming engine bay with a towel. Finnally, jerry got the battery disconected, the fuel pump stopped and the flames died out. it seemed like it took a long time, but the whole deal couldn't have lasted more than 45 seconds. We stood around and laughed about the whole deal for a while and about 5 minutes after the fire was out, a fire truck roared up. The firemen said they had been called out to a truck on fire, we told them we had put the fire out and they left. Luckily no one was hurt and the damage to jerry's truck was limited to fuel lines and some wiring.
The potato launcher incident reminds me of a stupid room mate I had at one time. He made a spud laucher with an igniter out of a gas barbeque. He fills the chamber with starting fluid drops a racket ball in the chamber & flicks the igniter, nothing. He tips the ball out & refills with starting fluid, drops the ball in, hits the igniter, nothing again. So the brainiac tips the ball out, looks down the chamber as he hits the igniter. BAM!! There goes the idiots eye brows & eye lashes. It was the funniest dam thing I had seen.
One more fire story for you all, I'm sorry if I'm repeating myself, but there are new guys on the board. I had a wire short out on my chopper one time and I decided to 'insulate' it with the only thing I could find, an oily rag. The short was in the hot wire under the seat near the battery. I got her started and left happy as a clam. In those days the Orlando Naval Training Center was still open, so we had swabbies walking up and down HWY 50. I was but two blocks from my house when the bike died again, so I tried to coast it home. I noticed that some swabbies were laughing loudly and it was then that I felt the heat under my ***. I pulled the bike over and by now the rag, the battery and the wiring were all in flames. I was wearing a mint condition Big E Levis jacket and I burned it to shreds trying to put out the flames. The Alcoholics Anonymous building was within 50 feet and I acquired super human strength and pushed the bike up behind there and found a water hose. I got the fire put out, but the lesson I learned was that oily rags burn with furious vigor, keep that in mind.
[ QUOTE ] I sweated and slaved and almost set myself on fire in preperation to go to Dixie Fried, but it looks like Frances destroyed my plans. ****, I'm bummed [/ QUOTE ] Don't be bummed friend even if you can't go it sounds like you are Dixie Fried. glad to here you're all right, now just figure out a way to dodge the bullet on the next storm. Keep safe
not fire, but gasoline related...i'd pulled the front bowl off the holley on my firebird, and cause i'm so smart, held it up to eye level while i pushed the accellerator pump lever. 50cc shot of 91 octane right in the eye! too bad i wasn't smoking at the time...mf
You guys in Wisconsin and California that make potato cannons and weld on unboiled gas tanks can't call us Texans "rednecks" anymore. My turbocharged Mustang had a pinhole leak in the oil feed tube to the turbo a few years back. It sprayed a fine mist of engine oil all over the header, the turbo, and the firewall. When I pulled over and opened the hood to see what was smoking, WHOOOSH!! Flames four feet high shot up into my face. Good thing I had put a liquid-to-air intercooler on it the week before. I cut one of the cooler lines with my pocketknife, reached into the car and turned on the pump, and doused my own engine fire. I felt like a fireman. I had to replace a bit of wiring and the oil feed line, but that was a helluva lot cheaper than replacing the whole car..
Couple quick ones. Dad, who will probably come back and haunt me for telling this, Had an 8N Ford tractor, '48 model with the front mounted dizzy. One day he can't get it to start so, as we did a lot, he got the pickup and decided to hit it with twelve volts. Still no go so he d****s the cables over the radius rod and pulls of the sediment bowl to see if it is getting gas. Turns the fuel on and as the stream of gas starts to run he drops the gl*** bowl. Startled he jumps back causing the cables to arc and seting the tractor on fire with a pencil size strem of gas feeding it. Replaced everything rubber or vinyl plus the radiator from the clutch forward. Dad,s response, "well, since we have take all that **** off anyway we may as well overhaul the engine and paint it." Miss ya Dad. Second, College dorm, Bored guys sitting around a dorm room. Someone asks if anyone has any lighter fluid. Can of Red Devil comes out and we get a demonstration on breathin fire. The trick is to make sure it vaporizes. Our buddy Dean, gives it a try and thinks it is so cool he wants to show the ***istant resident ( grad student who watches the floor in exchange for room and board and gnerally keeps an eye on things). This is where the problem arrises. Dean fills his mouth with fluid and THEN runs to the other end of the hall and bursts in on our unsuspecting victim. His back is to the door and as Dean come through he turns, but Dean can't talk because he has a mouth full of lighter fluid which has by this time mixed with saliva and does not ignite, so Dean just spits all over the guys room. Not to be detered Dean yells "Don't go away , I'll be right back" and runs back down the hall for a refill. The second trip he set the poor guys bed on fire. They watched Dean really close for a while after that.
None of y'all got anything on me today.. I recently started driving a dump truck for a local sand and gravel company. We got a job spreading 1" gravel on a large parcking lot on old route 66 in Buckhorn, Mo. I go and start end gate spreading the gravel and make three p***es out of this driveway and onto the rest of the lot. It seemed to me that the gravel was a bit thick so I shortened the chains to keep the end gate from fully opening a link and spread the gravel. Too thin... So I back over the place I just spread and think I'll just hit it again, and it'll be just right. Except I had to raise the bed a little higher than I did on the previous three runs.... (can you see the disaster coming?) Anyway I take off gain a pretty good head of steam, and the headache rack on the dump bed catches two very large, about the size of your wrist, Sprint phone cables. I am oblivious to this fact as I am staring in the mirror watching my track.. Then **** starts happening very fast. Wheelies ****. Especially in a dumptruck. Faster than a John Kerry flip/flop I am looking at nuthin but sky through the windshield. The front end of the truck is going higher and higher and I can't figure out what is going on. Then I hear the biggest bang.. that was the telephone pole breaking, the truck dips and goes back up again dumps the whole load over the endgate, and tries to tip over on the drivers side. Now this all takes place in about 5 to 8 seconds. When I mash the clutch and the brake I am about 15 feet in the air and thinking this is going to hurt very much. But when I let the brake go. It settled back towards earth until the bed is totally extended, and the cables are wrapped around the headache rack, and the front wheels are about 18" off the ground. Truck still running. VonDad major puckered up. There is a big puckered place in the seat of my pants and a drawed up place in the seat, where my **** was trying to grab the seat. I think I soiled meself. Well, actually you couldn't have driven a needle up my *** with a sledge hammer. My belly ****on was ****ing air and I was a bit excited to say the least. I call the plant and talk to the secretary, Still in the truck, she gets hold of the boss, and bout that time here comes the power company, 5 Missouri Hiway patrol cars. The sheriff, two deputys, and two Waynesville cops. AWWWW ****! Then the sprint/Spit guys show up. Its a freakin circus with ole Vondad as the prime attraction. Then one of the Spit guys says, "Jesus Christ... What were you thinking?" I said, "Well when I woke up this morning, I wondered to my self if I could really **** up your day. I said to myself when I start spreading gravel at the Texaco today I'll see if I can get hung in some phone cables bust a telephone pole, get everybody and their dog to come and think I am a complete *****, lose my job, and really piss people off. Looks like I got it done. DUMB*** He stayed the hell away from me after that. After a backhoe, two electric company trucks, seemed like 50 Spit trucks and a GBF Wrecker we managed to get me free.. My boss told me that he'd got in the wires before, and so'd the last driver, and not to worry about it. Cept I managed to take out more ****, close route 66 and get my picture and the truck in all of the local newspapers for tomorrow. I told him if anything is worth doing its worth doing right.. Cool guy. Best of all nothing on truck broke, nobody hurt, and Spit is pissed off. I could care less. But I REALLY didn't do it on purpose.. The boss said he couldn't fire me, hell he was waiting to see what else I could tear up with the Pete. Two weeks ago I opened a Sears aluminum shed like a can of sardines.. Pin on the endgate snagged it while the bed was coming down... Anyway tomorrow is another day.. Wonder what else will happen. Thanks for letting me vent. Will post pictures later after they come out and I scan them. Best to all VonDad
<font color="red"> WELL.let me tellyou all first hand..FARTS WILL LIGHT!....but let me warn you this your *** hair smells worse then normal hair burning and if the flames are big enough one can blister ones ***hole!!......believe me a blistered ***hole is not fun!...... in the COFFINS we have a guy "MOOSE"..Moose is a 6'6" 12 yr old (21 really)....he gets the great idea to throw a gas can of old Deisel on the beach bonfire we were having....all I can remember is the 30 foot fire ball in my rear view mirror as I was tearing *** outa there! FIRE ..COOL.HUH UH HUH UH! R E D M E A T </font>
Is it stupidity if your just 7 years old? We had moved to the farm when I was 6, didn't know anything about guns. I was messing around in the horse barn one day, and up on a shelf I found a box of 22long rifles. I asked my step-bro what they were, he told me. After fooling around and taking out the slugs with pliers and piling up the powder we went ahead a lit it. Was pretty cool. He left me by myself for awhile. When he came back I was using a hammer to drive them into a big sawed off stump. What a dumb***, lucky I didn't catch one. Made a cool sound though! Farmall
Wait--- you set the rimfire rounds into a stump, hit them with a hammer, and they fired? And you didnt catch br***, stump, or lead in the eye? Amazing!
A couple years ago, me and the wife were coming back from Tulsa. We stopped at a gas station to fill-up, and as I'm sitting in my truck I see an early 80's suburban with the hood up and the carb on fire. Being the good sameritan, I ran over with my extinguisher. The dumb*** with the sub is tring to beat the flames out with the air cleaner lid! I tell him that I have an extinguisher, but he just glares at me. So I stand there for a couple minutes watching this fool, and finally his wife yells at him enough that he finally lets me put it out. A couple short blasts later the fires out and I leave. The ***** never looked at me, much less said thanks.
burndup, yeah, the stump had some bug holes. I just put the tip in and gave it a whack. Not every one fired but probably half. Yeah I was really lucky, hell I didn't know any better. Farmall
I put a new gas tank in my 72 chevy pick up truck Went down to the gas station to filler up, filled her up went in to pay and came out. A Guy says - looks like something leaking under your truck. There was a 12 gallons of gas under my truck - I forgot to replace one of the rubber hoses where the lines go through through the bottom of the truck. Gas station guy called the fire department - they foamed the 50 ft circle of gas. One of the fire fighters mangled up the gas lines coming out of the tank with plyers trying to crimp it off. This was after the tank was empty. **** I have a good picture of my truck surrouded by firefighters and foam with a fire truck in the back round. The fire department gave me a stupid fine by saying I had to pay this particular fellow to sweep the parking lot and dispose of the waster - 100 bucks. OH well - that was one of my finer moments
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