Ever cought your a$$ on fire while welding

A flaming tennis shoe can make a big splash in the dogs water tub when you stick your foot in the tub in a hurry.
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Just read the title...that's it. Yes I have. Not fun. Don't care to hear or read about people being burned. It sucks monkey balls. Thanks for asking....buh bye now.

 

wasn't welding but cutting t-bars with a quick-cut gas saw and ended up burning my dickies from the cuff to the knee before my boss holding the t-bars left me know that my pants were disapering. Just filled the hole with duct tape and kept working.

 

Iv'e had my arm go up in smoke, from an angle grinder. It shot sparks up inside of the sleeve of my jacket. Also have set the bottom of the same jacket on fire while welding. I looked down, and there was an ever expanding ring of blue flame.

 

not may ass but have caught many a pant leg on fire

 

I burned my foot gas welding one day back in high school. Got the torch a lil close to what i was working on and it 'popped'. I flinched, dropped the rod right onto the top of my right foot. Burned a hole right through my sneaker, sock and burned the top of my foot. Never told the teacher though, felt like I had a bad sunburn on my foot for a few days

 

I hate it when a molten marble goes down in your glove. Caught my pantleg on fire and didn't know until I smelled burnt leg hair.

 

I was grinding! and caught on fire! didn`t notice till i felt a warm sensation on my right thigh.Lots of laughs for the guys that were watching...

 

I don't know how to weld but I also wanna say something.
so I was grinding bolts off, barefoot. bolt is off, washer falls on the ground, I step on the washer. burnt right into the flesh. if anyone wants to know what size washer they used on 1952 Pontiac hood ornaments, I got a full-size imprint on my foot

 

Serving time as a welder has provided some insight into all this, just look at all the scars and burns on the inside of my ankles, as I like to sit on the floor corsslegged to weld some things...

- burns on tips of fingers after slag from overhead ARC welding travels UP a sleeved, gloved arm...up? wtf ???
- jeans on fire - check
- holes in shirt - check
- slag in the toe of my boot ( how the hell it got up over the cuff and down a laced boot i'll never know ) - check
- stuff on fire - check..........this out...

last year i had just finished taking the 440/727 out of a 72 new yorker to rebuild and install in my 55 Dodge 1/2 ton.so i think i'll strip the car and get my moneys worth....the thing is rotted beyond belief, so the front power split bench seems about all I'm going to grab, i'm torching the seat bolts out, driver side ok, last bolt (of course ) on the passenger ( or "woman's" Side) and the excessive heat and sparks catch a long thread from the carpet that is hanging down throught one of the many holes in the floor, not paying attention, i look up into th open pass side door, and see flames, lots of flames..

oh...did I mention that this was still on a car trailer, hitched to me 98 Cherokee, front of the car held up by a forklift and backed into the Freightliner shop I worked at? One large extinguisher later ( those things don;t have alot in them eh?...) and I get that mother dropped down on the trailer and backed out of the shop, i figure i'll call it a night, like 10:30 pm, drag it to the back of the yard near some trailers, think just in case I'll drop it away from anything worth keeping and go back into the shop to clean up....on the way out I think "I'll check it out to make sure"..........and the seat is smoldering again !!! That foam they used is some fantastic shit ! So, I hooked it up again, dragged iot close to the shop, popped the pass side front window and doused it with cold water for about 1/2 hour, the whole interior was litterealy pouring with water when I parked it for the night.....

worst part is those seats were REALLY nice and they would have just fit in my cab...damn it. live and learn

Derek

 

this one gave me a good laugh THANKS lol

 

I weld naked. While I think about it anyone want some bacon?

 

my father in law (RIP) once blew his glove off because the oxy line had a small pinhole in it...not funny to him, but I laughed my ass off when I saw all the hair on his arm was gone (he was kinda like a gorilla in that way). Thanks for the laughs Alford

 

lol i love this thread.......... i was a utilty body builder for years had a really good bead going and my coveralls caught fire ( smart employer thought cotton coveralls were good for the fab guys haha) so i was rudly stopped on my nice weld by my shop foreman tackling me cuz the cuffs i rolled up were catching berries and caught fire lol...



gotta love the ear comment tho i fuckin hate gettin those thats almost as bad as catching one across the lip that feels reaaaaaaaaaaaalllllllllyyyyyy good

 

burned both my arms off once. now i weld with my toes. TOP THAT!

 

I was doing some flux core welding, started feeling alot of heat in my crotch area, burned a 2inch hole in my pants

 

Inside of your bent elbow is always nice. Bad enough when you do it but waking up every morning and straightening your arm after it starts healing overnight Crack! YOUCH!

 

Had it spark off into my socks and down into my shoes. Talk about a hot foot. Sure makes you say a few colorful words. Makes the neighbors wake up late at night as well!

 

Look closely. Yup straight through my Dickies work pants and pair of boxers. The cherry landed perfectly on the ol beanbag. I commenced to running through the shop ala Ricky Bobby, beating my crotch with my gloved hands screaming, "My balls are on fire!"

 

I had a piece of slag drop into the crevice of my index and middle finger while welding, it almost burnt clear through the little piece of skin!

 

1970's high school welding class:
Caught a book of matches in my shirt pocket on fire. Noticed it when my hood filled with sulpher gas and my chest was getting warm. Lucky it wasn't a polyester Disco shirt. My teacher used me as a bad example for a couple years.

About 4 years later, building my car trailer:
Nickel sized molten ball burns through the tongue of my hitop sneakers and makes it to my foot. Hitops don't come off very quick. Still have the scar and the trailer.

Next year, living in SoCal desert where Jap-Flaps are 'required' footwear:
Remembering the earlier burning foot incident, I'd always stick my feet in big ol' leather welding gloves when needed. I became known to my friends as "The Barefoot Hippie Welder"

 

Used to build saw mills for the lumber industry. Was working at a mill doing some mods and was cutting with a torch in the pit that had oil soaked saw dust in it. I had the mill owners son posted as a fire guard because this was some highly flamable stuff. Any way, I was cutting away and smelled cloth burning. I looked down and the whole side of my bibs were on fire. It burned the whole side out of the right britches leg and this kid had never said any thing. I asked him what the hell he was doing instead of watching for fire. He was throwing wood chunks into a barrel for some thing to do. It was too boring looking for fire. I told him to get the hell out of there.
I figured it was safer just watching for my self.
Later,
Dick

 

Remodeling the International Harvester building into a Sears store. I was half way up a 3 tier scaffold hanging out the side holding onto a 15' 4" pipe riser. My boss was cutting it loose at the top. A huge blob of molten steel landed on my cotton gloved hand that was on the scaffold. I couldn't let go or the pipe and I would come crashing to earth. The glove caught fire and there I was looking stupid hanging of the side blowing hell trying to put out the fire. The fire finally went out....the scar still remains.

Another time I had a bigun go down my shirt and stop at my belt. I pulled the belt to get it to continue down my pants leg but it got hung up in my tidy whiteys catching my drawers and my pubic hair of fire. Of course the first reaction is to beat on it to put it out....not my smartest decision. Now I'm on my knees with my crotch still in flames.

I can't count the number of times that the book of matches in my shirt pocket along with my Marlboro's burst into flames melting my polyester shirt pocket. I quit smoking before I ever had a plastic Bic lighter go off in my pocket.

 

Years ago I was 60 feet up on staging, stick welding a breeching on the GE stacks in Bridgeport. Maybe 20 degrees out. Remember thinking "it's not so cold", when I found all my layered shirts were on fire. Almost did a drop and roll, then realized where I was, got em out stomping them with my knees, cause I couldn't stand up, and get them off. I know, OT, but you asked. Kinda nice to be in the shop these days.

 

We were doing repairs on our dirt modified one night and was welding on the left rear part of the frame. When I lifted my shield, I saw a yellow flame from the inside of the frame, it was the vent hose from the fuel tank, oh shit! A quick thinking friend got a pair of vise grips and pinched the hose closed. Burne off about an inch or two of hose.

Another time, a member was using the cutting torch, we here him yell, "god dam" We looked, his pants legs were on fire up to his knees. His jeans were frayed at the bottom and caught fire. The funny part was he stood there with torch in one hand and goggles in the other looking down, we were laughing at his posture, legs and arms apart.

 

I was welding up side down under a car when a blob fell down the cuff of my overalls; it settled at the back of my arm and burnt the ink off one of my tats. My wizard got his mouth deleted.

 

ha, nearly the same. I do all shop work 95% of the time in Cargo Shorts/tshirt, and old tennis shoes. If welding ALOT in tennis shoes I'll step in a bucket to soak them. You can hear the BB's sizzle when they hit. But thats not the story.

Its now happened to one buddy and now myself. MIG Welding- Overhead out of position, seated knees higher than ass in shorts. Get where I'm coming from? Super highway for hot slag to your sack. Nuff said. Slag hits your sack, and you'll get out from under where ever you are so GD F-ING fast you'd win gold at the Olypmics.