Learning from our mistakes OR shit not ta do
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VonYinzer
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bradj said:
Ah... Work fuck ups. I once bent a VERY VERY expensive stainless cooling tube 90º removing it from my machine. And smashed a shelving unit in the process. Story is too long to tell, but the moral is simple. Four feet is longer than three feet and 2500 lb hydraulic cylinders break stuff.
New2meCB
Been Around the Block
Spent a shit load of time prepping, priming, sanding, painting, masking, painting again etc etc.
When it came time to line up my design for the sides of my tank I used some very thin detailing tape as a centre-line to measure down from so that I could get everything nice a even on both sides. The centre-line tape was left on for a few days while I did all my shooting and while everything dried.
I got the tank home and was in front of the TV catching a movie with my wife. I was slowly peeling the tape off so that I could get to clear coating it the following day. I was down to the last piece (the centre-line tape) when it all went to shit. I stood up quickly............resisting every urge to throw the faulking thing through the window. My silence at the time said a lot. HAHAHA Not one single f-bomb! I was THAT mad! All that work!!!!
I said nothing, stared at it leaning forward, looked at my wife (I'm sure I looked pretty evil) and she just looked at me with an "oh boy" kind of thing. I said absolutely nothing, packed all my shit I needed and headed for the shop (it was 12am or something) to get started on fixing it. I was so pissed. There was no way I'd have been able to sleep anyway.
Got right into sanding and blending again that night. Home by 4ish. God damn was I mad. :
When it came time to line up my design for the sides of my tank I used some very thin detailing tape as a centre-line to measure down from so that I could get everything nice a even on both sides. The centre-line tape was left on for a few days while I did all my shooting and while everything dried.
I got the tank home and was in front of the TV catching a movie with my wife. I was slowly peeling the tape off so that I could get to clear coating it the following day. I was down to the last piece (the centre-line tape) when it all went to shit. I stood up quickly............resisting every urge to throw the faulking thing through the window. My silence at the time said a lot. HAHAHA Not one single f-bomb! I was THAT mad! All that work!!!!
I said nothing, stared at it leaning forward, looked at my wife (I'm sure I looked pretty evil) and she just looked at me with an "oh boy" kind of thing. I said absolutely nothing, packed all my shit I needed and headed for the shop (it was 12am or something) to get started on fixing it. I was so pissed. There was no way I'd have been able to sleep anyway.
Got right into sanding and blending again that night. Home by 4ish. God damn was I mad. :
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stroker crazy
crazy as a fox
I will have to work up to the tales of truly horrendous idiocy.
A mild one to start:
Back in the misty past (probably the 80s) a wonderful product came on the market. Armor All Protectant made such an improvement to the faded plastic on my bike I finished off by using heaps to restore the appearance of the seat vinyl.
The bike? A 500cc Mach III Kawasaki. The result ? Minor damage to bike, massive damage to ego.
I still blush with embarrassment thinking about it!
Crazy
A mild one to start:
Back in the misty past (probably the 80s) a wonderful product came on the market. Armor All Protectant made such an improvement to the faded plastic on my bike I finished off by using heaps to restore the appearance of the seat vinyl.
The bike? A 500cc Mach III Kawasaki. The result ? Minor damage to bike, massive damage to ego.
I still blush with embarrassment thinking about it!
Crazy
buzznichols
Been Around the Block
stroker crazy said:
I did the EXACT same thing with my first bike, a 650 Maxim. Sure did shine up nice.
stroker crazy
crazy as a fox
Brodie said:
At ten you have an excuse!
I was that x4.
Crazy
Maritime
Over 10,000 Posts
Ahh work f'ups. First job out of University working for a tractor trailer leasing/rental company. My boss notices I have mechanical aptitude so he send me out to work with the mechanics to unfreeze a buch of trailers in the frozen yard. I am driving the brand new portable shop in a cube van, welder, compressor, generator ect. I am driving between 2 trailers when I hit a huge sheet of ice and the rig slides sideways, I catch the trailer front, flat-bed and it tears the brand new cube van open like a soup can, did not like showing the boss that LOL, I got to spend 6 hours of my own time riveting a new skin to the outside.
CCRider
Coast to Coast
Just two days ago, I was redoing the fork seals on my VF700 (yes, I installed them upside down but that's another story :-[). I had the bike on the centerstand with a short piece of 1X4 supporting the front of the engine. Not the most solid arrangement, but it's always worked for me before. I had the left fork leg removed. Since my garage is a cluttered pig sty, there's very little room to move around and as I was squeezing around the back of the bike, I bumped it and rolled it forward overcenter on the centerstand. As I watched in horror, It dropped, in slow motion, onto the right fork leg and pitched over to the left onto my 450. Luckily it just caught the brake pedal of the 450 and didn't knock it over onto my 350, which was parked just to the left of it.
My wife came out to the garage to try to help me get the bike upright, and of course in the process we managed to roll it over onto the right side, knocking over the table that I had all my loose parts on.
It was not a good day.
CC
My wife came out to the garage to try to help me get the bike upright, and of course in the process we managed to roll it over onto the right side, knocking over the table that I had all my loose parts on.
It was not a good day.
CC
I raise fish for a living which requires the ponds to be drained on occasion. One day in November a few years back I went to drain one of our ponds. This is accomplished by lowering the standpipes which are on a swivel fitting at the base. Anticipating having to wade waist deep into the pond to find the line that was attached to the pipe I wore my heavy insulated waders. This is Ohio so the water was cold to say the least. Right here is where things started to go south. I find the line to the pipe and proceed to pull the pipe down. Well the screen on the pipe came off taking the line with it. No problem. My inflatable boat was right there so I used it to get out to the pipe to reinstall the screen and the line. I do not swim and had never before gotten into any small boat w/o a life jacket, but there wasn't one close. I figured that this would be two minutes worth of work just go ahead and do it. Needless to say any boat that can be inflated will also deflate. I caught the screen on the side of the boat which, being overinflated, burst like a balloon. That quick I was in thirteen feet of forty degree water. The waders filled almost immediately and I was on my way down. I managed to get a hand on the standpipe and hung on. Fortunately the pond was one of a few that we have right beside a county road and I figured I could flag someone down to call for help. Hah! the first four cars to go by waved back evidently thinking I was just out for a swim. Finally I did get someone's attention and they called the fire department.
Needless to say I no longer get in a boat without a life jacket. And no, I still haven't learned to swim
Needless to say I no longer get in a boat without a life jacket. And no, I still haven't learned to swim
SONICJK
Reminds me of...me No, I'm sure of it. I hate him
I think learning to swim would be your best bet
You're a lucky guy.
Filling the waders sucks.
I fell into a hole in chest waders once while duck hunting in Stuttgart Arkansas, 20 something miles into the flooded forest by boat.
Waders filled up it was about 25 degrees outside, that was the most unpleasant hour boat ride of my life. Went straight to the bathtub for several hours.
You're a lucky guy.
Filling the waders sucks.
I fell into a hole in chest waders once while duck hunting in Stuttgart Arkansas, 20 something miles into the flooded forest by boat.
Waders filled up it was about 25 degrees outside, that was the most unpleasant hour boat ride of my life. Went straight to the bathtub for several hours.
In my early twenties I dated a girl who taught swimming at the local Y. She tried and I could just never do it. My sister-in-law teaches lifesaving says some people just for some reason never get it. She also doesn't understand t all how I managed not to go straight to the bottom. As for lucky..... that story is one of many. I was having a beer with my brother one evening and we were talking about things that have gone on in the past and he looked at me, and trust me he knows most of the stories, and said, "Why aren't you dead?"
Oh ive got loads of these , first one that cones to mind was a vw polo I was working on.it had an oil leak so I changed the rocker cover gasket and that was the leak sorted then I needed to clean down the back of the engine block...something ive done hundreds of times but this time in my infinite wisdom I left the engine running.... 2-3 cans of brake/clutch cleaner later and something, im guessing a ht lead must have arced causing a huge fireball from the engine bay while I was leant right over it.....I had no eye brows eye lashes and even the hair on the back of my head was singed. Lesson definitely learnt.
New2meCB
Been Around the Block
How about one involving my old man?
My dad, now in his 70's has been restoring and/or hot rodding cars since his teen years. One night not long ago I stopped in for a visit and I was surprised to see him with a nice shiner and a busted up nose. Concerned (I was thinking someone had beat him) I asked wtf happened?
From upstairs I hear my mom laughing and he pauses and says "My car fucked me up!" And he starts shaking his head laughing.
Turns out, while attempting to remove a steering wheel from a 50's Oldsmobile he'd just acquired he lost his patience. Clearly a simple job he'd performed a billion times but after exhausting all traditional/normal methods for removing it he resorted to getting in and yanking aggressively with pure pissed-off force. You know the stuff. We've all done it.
Well.........she let go and he wore it good.
I laughed my ass off at that one.
After laughing, I asked him how the wheel was.
He told me to "fuck off."
Hahahaha
My dad, now in his 70's has been restoring and/or hot rodding cars since his teen years. One night not long ago I stopped in for a visit and I was surprised to see him with a nice shiner and a busted up nose. Concerned (I was thinking someone had beat him) I asked wtf happened?
From upstairs I hear my mom laughing and he pauses and says "My car fucked me up!" And he starts shaking his head laughing.
Turns out, while attempting to remove a steering wheel from a 50's Oldsmobile he'd just acquired he lost his patience. Clearly a simple job he'd performed a billion times but after exhausting all traditional/normal methods for removing it he resorted to getting in and yanking aggressively with pure pissed-off force. You know the stuff. We've all done it.
Well.........she let go and he wore it good.
I laughed my ass off at that one.
After laughing, I asked him how the wheel was.
He told me to "fuck off."
Hahahaha
