Saw this on the Team Chevelle site and had some good laughs.

Grinding on a 1/4" stock w/4 1/2 grinder. Lack of situation awareness cause grinder to skip across chest hitting both nipples.

Was at car wash in my 67. Was pulling out after washing and was checking out this hottie pulling in. She wanted to turn in front of me, smiling as she motioned. I backed my newly painted Bird into the concrete corner of a vacuum cleaner stand.

Second. I had a 50' piece of 3/8" cotton rope with a hook fastener on the end for weight. I was throwing it 15-20 feet up hoping to catch ahold of a branch that may fall on my car. I caught it and could not pull it loose. the hook gave way denting my hood.

Third..never work on 2 cars at once. One freshly painted needing glazing compound to buff, the other needing final sanding on primer guide coat. Mixed up buffers and had to repaint a decklid.

Not me but a friend....
usually drove his convertible , and rarely his bike....this day he`s on the MC, coming in to a redlight, sees a good looking girl over to the left in a convertible,he pulls up, looks over and falls over to the right!
(forgot he was not in the car and didnt put his leg out!!)
very impressive!

Kitchen drain plugged. Ran my drain auger from under the sink but didn't fully free the clog. Go to the basement and stand on a ladder with a down-line cleanout above my head. Very carefully ease the cleanout plug open and when no dripping is there, remove the plug. Drain appears very clean and dry so I assume that by the time I got downstairs, the clog got washed down.

Now the mistake to add to my bad analysis. I figure I will use the auger from there to fully clean the drain pipe in each direction. Recall that I mention that the cleanout is above my head and recall that I "assumed" that the clog had released earlier.

I got married.

I wish I could say that I only made that mistake once! lol
I AM A GLUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT. TH TH TH THR THR THREE Times

Traded a pontiac for a ford once

I was breaking loose screw in balljoints on my 'Cuda with a 4' pipe on the end of a breaker bar and when it broke loose my knuckles slammed into the door...broke a couple.

Was building a stock car in a buddies garage. Cutting the seat mount out underneath...didnt take the carpet out....Big fire...his wife mad as hell......car trashed...

Thought it would be cool to hang a real 8ball from my rear view mirror 15 years ago.

me too, me too!

I went to get a 68 Bird with a tow dolly instead of a trailer.It's home now as of about 9 pm. Only took 3 days & a rear end.

I DID use a trailer to bring home the 68 FGF ...... but for some reason it seemed like a good idea to loosen the hitch before I took the car of the trailer.

When I was 12, I sold my Schwinn Stingray Fastback to buy a Huffy 10 speed.

Last year, I cracked my left thumb with a hammer replacing u-joints on my pick up. 8 stitches worth.

Last month, I attempted to port a set of cylinder heads.

When i was 9 i thought it would be cool to slide down the schools stairwell railing.Fell 4 stories through the railings to the basement.
When i was 7 i thought it would be fun to climb my backyard tree and slide across the closeline (i forget what it is called but it keeps the line together,has two wheels)to the house.Well the end that was bolted to the house came off and shot at me and hit me in the head.
Being the buff guy i am when i was 27 i used NAIR on my chest LOL and it burned and got infected. Good thing i have a cool family doctor,everytime i went to him he always seemed to know i did something stupid.

I have quite a few more but i figure that's enough for now.
Good thing this is not a beer induced stupidity thread LOL

David

I was turning a wrench on my 80 VW scirocco around 20 years ago when the wrench broke loose and racked my knuckles. I was so mad that I threw a pliers down on the ground so hard that the rubber handle bounced the pliers up into the front fender and dented it.

customer comes in the shop complaining the brakes don't work when going 70 mph or faster.i tast drive the truck on a dead end street going 70 mph.oops

Not car related, but dumb none the less...

My 2nd year at Michigan State we had a keg in our apartment, which wasn't unusual. My buddies decide to head out to the bar and we had only killed about half the keg. I stay behind stating that my parents were coming up in the morning and that I thought I'd "straighten up the place". The problem is, we don't want the keg to get warm. 1st offered solution was to hide it under the outside stairs, since it was late November, it was cold out. I, in my infinite wisdom, said it could get stolen and that I'd take care of it.

So I ran to the 7-11, got 4 bags of ice, put the keg in the bathtub, and turned on the water. After watching for about 45 seconds, I was bored, so I moved into the front room to wait for the tub to fill a bit. Then I saw that the TV was on...so I sat down....and watched a program.....and then another.

Then I heard a faint clanging sound coming from somewhere in the apartment. Then I realized I quite possibly had a bad situation on my hands. I jumped up and tried to run down the hallway, I tried because there was about an inch of standing water there. I looked up and confirmed that the keg was, in fact, doing an ocean bouy impersonation as it happily bobbed about while water cascaded over the side of the tub.

By now I had gained some traction, which was good and bad. Good because I was able to get to the bathroom, bad because once I got to the tile floor, I ceased to have said traction. The pain was'nt much at first, but rapidly began to sink in. So in hind sight, it's a Good thing I was already in a tub of ice-cold water. That should bring the swelling down in my knees because only nanoseconds earlier they had helped stop my progess through the bathroom as they slammed into the side of the tub.

I managed to get the water off, get out of the tub and started to survey the damage. Water all the way up the hallway, water filled my bedroom, and water had somehow managed to seep under the walls into the laundry room. My only saving grace was the fact we had a garden level apartment, otherwise, it would've been a scene right out of the movie, The Money Pit.

No car, so I had to wait for one of the guys to get home. First guy through the door was Bubba, who knew something was up when his shoes made a squishy sound that doesn't normally happen when you come through the front door. He takes one look at me soaking wet, see's the keg and says, "Jesus Christ, not again, here's the keys" without much emotion but tinged with a hint of tension.

I rent a wet vac and I proceed to vacumn up roughly 40 gallons of water out of the carpeting.

Here's the final insult to injury, in my haste to get on with the water sucking, I left Bubba's car in a no parking zone in front of the apartment, forgot about it and it was towed that night. I'm still recovering from the beating...

Nice, eh?

Also long list here. so proud to be a bonehead.

One event was during my first year getting paid to turn wrenches, while learning to use air tools.

I had picked up a used CheePee air ratchet with the paddle trigger. Somehow I got my hand stuck between the car's frame and the paddle. The ratchet was stuck on and whooshing air through. A brief moment of panic later, i disconnected the air coupling and managed to extricate my hand. No blood on this occasion.

I recently cut my hand with a hammer. had a big hole between forefinger and thumb, like a pocket. weird. didn't bleed much. all better now.

During that first year of wrenching, one of the old-timers was welding up an oil drain barrel. it had been emptied and wiped, but not soaped. boom.

I was removing just the engine from my Firebird one evening, had the trans supported with a floor jack and only had one more bolt to take out. It was the top bellhousing bolt behind the right head. I was just thinking that I had it made as I unscrewed the bolt the last few threads when all of a sudden the rear of the engine dropped, the trans slammed against the tunnel and trapped my pinky (right on the fingernail)! I had too much lift on the trans and not enough on the engine!

I had planned on pulling the engine at my usual time (wee hours of the morning) but luckily had started early enough that my dad was still in the shop! After the initial panic moment (thanks for reminding me Scott!), I realized what had happened and asked my dad politely if he would mind lowering the trans jack! If I had kept to my original schedule I would have had to wait all night for someone to notice that I wasn't showing up for breakfast and come down to the shop to release me!

About 20 yrs ago my brother and i were out staighting fence posts (the steel tee type),they get bent when the cows reach over the fence to eat the longer grass on the other side. anyways `i grab the top off one and pull breaks off at ground level and smacks me right between the eyes,had to get 3 stiches.

Broke my leg walking to the car.
Geez, why do we have two legs to syncronize?

2 that I can think of offhand:

1) My 1st car, a '70 Mustang fastback. I was doing the last of my prep to take it to the body shop for a repaint in my parents garage. The garage has one of those old single piece wooden doors with 4 springs. Springs were broken on one side, so the door was propped open with a metal pole. Backing the car out of the garage (1st time in about 2 months) - yep, hit the pole, garage door starts down, jam it into drive and the center bar impacts the trunk lid. Doh!

2) My current FGF: Loading the car onto a full trailer by myself to take it in for glass beading. It's a homemade trailer from a friend with a crash bar across the front and an electric winch. I smoothly pull the car up the ramps and forget that the truck is on the street and the trailer is up on the driveway. Yes, the car clears the incline and starts rolling forward on it's own. I jump on the trailer to hold the car but its headed for the crash bar. I catch the center post with the unprotected front end of the hood (bumper previously removed). Crunch.

i have the same thing on the back of my pickup except i was loading a tractor and forgot to lock the trailer down

Before they sold burlwood kits for '69 dashes, I bought a roll of the burlwood vinyl material that they use for the console kits. NPD was happy to tell me who their vendor was and the vendor was happy to sell me a roll of vinyl for the project. I used a pencil and grocery bags to make a template of the dash and cut out the area that would be burlwood.

Next, I placed the template on the back (unprinted) side of the burlwood vinyl and sprayed black primer over the template to leave a pattern on the vinyl to cut out.

This all worked quite well until the oh-$#!T moment, when I realized I had laid the paper template on the vinyl upside-down. I had made a mirror-image of the vinyl pattern that I needed, and my roll of burlwood material was ruined.

When I was a teenager, I had a '66 GTO with a 389 4bbl, automatic, air, etc. Not a real fire breather. When I wanted to spin the tires on dry pavement, I used to rev it up in neutral and dump it into low. Lots of smoke and axle hop were the exciting rewards.

Then, I sold the GTO and bought a '69 Camaro RS Convertible with a 327 2bbl with a TH-350 and mono-leaf rear springs. One day, a buddy and I were going somewhere in the Camaro, and his dad was out working in the yard. My buddy says, do a neutral slam for the old man. I was happy to oblige.

I rev the engine, and boom, roar, holy crap! When I did the foolish stunt that worked time and again in the goat, the Camaro didn't hold up so well. The motor mount broke. The engine torqued over and pinned the accelerator linkage against the firewall. The monoleafs twisted up enough that the axle broke the tailpipe off at the muffler. Now the car was accelerating, and the muffler was howling. I didn't have the presence of mind to kill the engine (being 17). Instead, I banged reverse, which shut it down anyway.

There are too many other stories to list.