Dont ask me how I know? Dont leave a breaker bar with socket attached to bottom pulley, and trying the starter!!
Dont ask me how I know that dried methelyne chloride paint stripper, when sanded, will make it through your dust mask and into your throat and lungs, causing second degree burns. Dont ask he how I know that wearing a loose fitting cotton glove while working on a very large belt sander can put you in major pain, as well as the hospital with a bone infection. Apparently bones shouldn't be exposed to the open air and metal shavings.... who knew?
sont ask me how i know that when you take a big slug from the beer can that you used too drain the cam 2 into i will not quench your thurst
Don't ask me how I know that that you can be pulled UNDER the workbench by a running, gaurdless air compressor. I dropped a wrench under the work bench. When I went to retrieve it, the loose sleeve of my sweatshirt got caught up in pulley of the compressor, yanking me completely under the workbench. Of course the sleeve kept twisting more and more with each revolution of the pulley until it became a tourniquet finally tripping the breaker. Home alone, not able to free myself from the comressor (which is bolted to the floor) I feel around on the workbench with my free hand for something to cut away the sleeve with. The only thing that I came up with was a file. It took a little while, but it worked. Guard went back on the compessor the next day. Don't ask me how I know that you can burn about 2" off of a persons forehead (and the eyebrows and the eyelashes) while trying to dry a freshly painted exhaust system with a torch. (fumes inside the tube ignited at just the same moment as my friend walks by the open end, AND he had a date that night)
Don't ask me how I know that you can't substitute power steering fluid for brake fluid in an emergency. Don't ask me how I know.
Don't ask me how, but apparently, if you were to drop a screwdriver while working on your Ford... your stick shift Ford, which is in gear... Then that screwdriver were to get wedged against, lets say, the starter solenoid, for example... connecting the 'magic terminals.' I'm told, that the little Ford will fire up and idle away. Allegedly.
Don't ask me how I know that using drywall on one wall of the garage to stop a suddenly un-compressed coil spring coming from the other side of the garage will not only create a new "window" of opportunity but also a very nasty visit from the soon-to-be-ex-wifey. Don't ask me how I know. Even after learning that much needed bit of knowledge, don't even think about asking me how I know that trying a somewhat different approach to coil spring removal only ended with a completely distroyed oil pan. This is when I suddenly learned how to read. Butcher
No matter how much you jump up and down on a lug wrench and curse "Lefty-loosey, Righty-tighty" does NOT apply to any lugs on a Mopar stamped "L" DAMHIK. Also, A long oil filter will NOT clear a small block A Body Mopar's torsion bar on the way out without a chest full of hot oil. DAMHIK
Dont ask me how I know,But if your car is equipped with air bags.Make sure your feet are clear while SHOWING OFF at a cruise night.Theres something about that pesky PANCAKE switch that Really hurts.Yhe funny thing is,You instantly forget which switch does what.
Don't ask me how I know... but if a guy were to overfill his floorjack, and put the little rubber plug back in the hole, and then stand directly over it and stomp the jack down, the resulting guyser of hydraulic oil will fill your sinus cavity to it's maximum capacity and push your eyes from their sockets. Just... Don't ask me how I know... JOE
Don't ask me how I know that hearing your motorcycle-only building friend say "What does this do?" while he reaches for the tranny linkage will have you chasing your car down the driveway... Also, don't ask me how I know catching said car leaves bruises all over your legs (thank God the door was open)... To say nothing of the hurt feelings when said friend is banished from your garage...
here we go... dont ask me how i know, that jackstands serve a perfectly meaninful purpose. just because you dont think u have enough time between burnouts to use them. single piece o shit jack under rear, lugs loose and removed, gravel uneven surface, and BAM 2 seconds later youre trying to figure out how to, 1) get your hand out from under the license plate 2) keep evrybody at the fairgrounds from staring at you 3) reattach the rear fenders to the car, (seeing as how the wheels were still on the rear) and then apologize to the owner of said vehicle.
Dont ever ask my good friend how he now knows that a freshly painted and still wet radiator will, when dried in front of an electric bar heater, burst into flames from the trapped solvents in the finned area. And, create its own wind tunnel effect <font color="red"> </font> as air is drawn through the fins to further enhance the flames bursting forth. DadsEH
don't ask me how I know that towing a collector car from the rear with rope and a bungie cord on the steering wheel while turning your head to look forward for 1 second will result in the car turning side ways and T boning the car into your back bumper crushing the 1/4 panel
Don't ask me how I know, but if there is an almost 12 year old thread on the HAMB, someone will post on it
Now this is some funny shit, no matter how old! Makes you cringe, and then laugh hysterically. More, more, more!
Well, I DO know now that storing batteries on the workbench and grinding two feet away can cause bad things to happen........as well as one hell of a mess to clean up. Both in the shop and in your pants.....ask me how I know.....
Dont ever air your tractor tire with propane and months later take it to a local welder so he can weld small crack on the rim and not warn him about propane. Happened to a neighbor. Killed the welder and left a huge hole in the roof.
Don't decide to take a leak while in the midst of removing paint from a vehicle with Aircraft paint stripper without first washing your hands really good! Some parts of your body are way more sensitive than calloused hands.
Don't ask me how I know but if you're ever interrupted while changing your oil check to make sure the drain plug is in BEFORE pouring 5 quarts of oil in the engine.
Now, that ain't funny Yeah..........that's exactly what I thought...............we had a good run. Who airs a tire with propane? You would have to rig fittings. It would be a pain in the ass. What a buzz kill. "I cain't have nuthin nice "
this thread does raise questions about the assertion that the HAMB has some of the smartest people in the automotive hobby. Not that we don't have them but that many of their "smarts" were earned the hard way.
Don't ask me how I know that you shouldn't walk around in the dark even when you know the area "fairly well". I had spilled some grease out of the transmission while changing the "bullet" speedometer gear in the four speed and after cursing myself for spilling so much I mopped it up and trundled it out to the burn ring so it would be in the shop. It's almost pitch black near the burn ring so I very carefully shuffled out, found the burn ring and dumped the oily rags. I turned and walked a couple of steps and went right over the steel bench that I'd just fixed and the only thing that hit was my head on the bumper of my daughters dead player car. The gash on my eye brow bled a lot, my neck was sore from all of the vertebrae cracking when I hit but I thought that was it. A couple of weeks later I found that I must have had a concussion because I had a trip to the ER, a CAT scan and a MRA (Like an MRI except of just the blood vessels) three doctor offices calls and lots of pain pills. So.. trust me, don't walk in the dark!!!!!
.... don't ask me how I know. HAMB so bad ass in 2005, that it took me 7 years to join and I still hesitate to post even to this day of the talent that drew me here. For I am still a 'schmuck. Don't ask me how I know.
#79 was definitely a buzz kill but bttt anyway. Don't ask how I know that deciding to go out and work on your car after a few drinks is a bad idea. Don't ask my buddy that after making it home on your bike before a rain storm you decide to throw a plastic cover over it to keep it dry. The original shrink wrap.
Don't ask me how i know that 2 new power steering hoses with the newer ORing fitting wont fit on an older steering pumpp. that grinding the fitting down to make it fit on the pump just for "mock up" thinking that u can go to a hose shop that can press a fitti g for 10$, Instead a f######n $11 hose turns into a $51 because the hose shop needs an aviation engineer and a government official to approve this fitting. So DAHIK grinding the Oring fitting costs 3 hoses and a trip to the junkyard for a new PS o ring inlet fitting.
Top this: Don't ask me how I know that you should always double check your dates before heading to Bonneville. Back in the '90's my brother and I drove 3,000 miles to stand and stare at the bare salt (ala Chevy Chase in Summer Vacation)!
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