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Replied to a Fuller post and expected good advice to be heeded.
What's the dumbest thing you have done, and will admit to?
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CasterTroy
Faster'N You
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Tim C
Wizard
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I did that once, too. Never will make that mistake again.
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Scooter402
Ruffling feathers and shaking trees
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Ol' skool SNL FTW!Clearly you haven't visited:
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Or the, uh, competition for SNL, which was actually better than SNL and not so flamingly liberal, a.k.a. MadTVOl' skool SNL FTW!
Scooter402
Ruffling feathers and shaking trees
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True story!Or the, uh, competition for SNL, which was actually better than SNL and not so flamingly liberal, a.k.a. MadTV
YotaOnRocks
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Stranger danger.
Scooter402
Ruffling feathers and shaking trees
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It'll be fine.
Three simple words that are harmless when spoken individually. But when placed in the lethal combination shown above, the poor soul who unknowingly utters these words together opens the door wide for Murphy to come in and lay down the Law.
The fine NC springtime weather had me wondering if the mud races were still going to happen that weekend. All week long, it had been raining cats and dogs, lizards and frogs, pitchforks and baby-daddies night and day. At the very least, I thought the pit down at Little Doo would be pretty challenging that week.
On Saturday (race day), it was decent weather in the morning, but they were calling for thunderstorms and possible tornadoes that night. Sweet! add an additional degree of challenge to the event. As usual, I spent my Saturday morning down at the auto hobby shop on base, checking things over, making sure nothing was out of sorts or loose, checking fluids, and some general tinkering here and there. It was early afternoon by this point, and I wanted to get my Jeep strapped down to the trailer, head up to Washington just north of New Bern to a gas station right off of 17 that sold 110 octane so I could make sure I had plenty of fuel to burn. I hopped up in the driver's seat, pumped the go-pedal once, flipped the ignition switch and pressed the start button. Crankety, crankety, crank....crankety, crankety, crankety, crank... Ruh roh Raggy, something ain't right...
I prop the hood up, and check the essentials for the engine busting off...air - well, I'm still breathing, so we've got that. Fuel - I push the throttle linkage back, and fuel sprays out the squirters...yep. Spark - I hook up my timing light to No. 1 real quick to spin the engine over with the remote. No flashy-flash from the timing light. Well damn. With a peek at the clock, time is ticking down...I could run to the parts store after I determine what the culprit is, but it'll take me a bit to diagnose whether it's the ignition box, coil, or magnetic pickup that croaked. Ain't nobody got time fo' dat!
I know at that point I've got a spare distributor and remote coil in my toolbox. Great! Just drop it in, set the timing and I'm on my way. I disconnect the wiring, yank the old dizzy out, spin the engine over to No. 1 TDC and properly time my 383. ...the thought strikes me....this is a standalone distributor. It won't be running off my ignition box (hence why the thought of using it came to mind, instead of diagnosing my problem and stopping by Advance on the way to the gas station), so I won't have any rev limiter involved in the loop tonight. It'll be fine! (Underlined so we know that these words are going to come back and bite me in the asses...)
So, from there I proceed as planned up the road to Washington, then back over to Newport so I can get a decent parking spot, hang out and shoot the breeze with the regulars, and eyeball the track owner's daughter, who I'd also be racing (and losing to). (Sorry y'all, if you're reading this. No, I'm really not sorry though...truth is truth!)
They always run the open mod class first...since they don't have headlights (usually), they don't want them to run after dark. So, Critter's Orange Blossom Special lines up and hauls balls through the mud pit.
In case you've never seen this truck race...it's a fast m*f*'er. Feels like thunder when it's idling, and will walk across that mud pit on the back tires. And damn, he ran a little slow tonight....Almost took him 4 seconds to clear the big end...that mud pit must be a bitch. Sweet!
Fast forwarding through all the stock classes...some people were barely clearing the starting line. Ha! sucks, but it also made for a very boring evening. Finally my class is called up. I hear them call my name to the starting line, and the rain is picking up it's pace (it started spitting on all of us a couple hours prior). I'm idling around to the starting line, easing in until the staging light comes on and step on the brake and drop it in neutral. I'm watching the water filling this pit up nearly to the brim as the bottom falls out and the rain is pouring...The staging light starts steady flashing and someone is waving at me...I can't hear over the thumpety-thumpety-thump of my open headers cackling, so I shut off the engine. They say over the speakers for everyone to hear that they're going to wait out this rain to see if it'll ease up or if we'll need to call the race.
Damn...well, I'll go over my game plan with no rev limiter. I'm planning to stay all in on the fuel, keeping in a high enough gear so I don't over-rev, and try to keep it between the walls...easy enough, right?
I get the go sign from the race master to fire it up and haul ass. So, I did (try). I started it up, blipped the throttle a few times to clear the carb, dropped it in 1st and floored it. The 1-2 shift had to come lightning quick, because the RPM's skyrocketed almost immediately. Forward momentum was gaining, wheel speed coming up. Shift light comes on again, so I hit 3rd. I unfortunately find the hole/buried wall about 150 feet in that's been trapping everyone on this particular evening in this miserable pit. Starting to bog, and with the wheel speed I'm turning it's burying in quick. I grab the shifter to throw it back down in 2nd while I'm still hip-deep in the throttle. Immediately all movement stops and the engine screams bloody murder...WTF!?? I lifted off the throttle as fast as I could and look at the tach to see it falling back down from way past 7500 rpm...(aside, I kept my limiter set at 7000...) Once it falls back to an idle, it's especially rough...oh great. I tap the throttle easy a couple times to see if it was just loaded up on the fuel. Nope...still rough. F*k.
The next interesting aspect to come was that I would now have to hook up a recovery cable to the back of my Jeep. The modified classes weren't required to pull the cable, and I always opted not to because I never had to worry about it before...oops. While wading through the mud around the back of my Jeep, I blindly found one of my ruts and face-planted in the mud. The crowd that night started laughing and cheering. More cheers as I stood up and threw my arms in the air. I meant to do that!
The recovery tractor is a big one, and it's pulling up the slack on the cable to tow my broke ass out of the hole. I feel the cable pull taught, then nothing. I look out the window, and the tractor is back there spinning it's tires. Well...rightfully so. My 38's are UNDER mud. This should be good. The race master tells me to hang on to something, they're going to slack the cable and take a running start to snatch me out. "Make sure you've got it in neutral." Yep, shifter is in neutral. The tractor takes off and snatches the cable tight, and the Jeep lurches a little. They slack the cable again, and snatch it again. Finally starts moving...one more ought to do it. One more time, they jerk the cable, then get on the fuel to start hauling me back. The race master says "I said put that bitch in neutral!"
I said "It is in in neutral!" But I look out the window to see both drivers side tires just dragging in the mud. I can only assume the other side is dragging too. Oh great, this should be fun! (Aside - I couldn't shift the transfer case in neutral because I didn't have the shifter attached...just permanently in 4WD. It'll be fine, I said!)
Once I get back to the "harder" mud, I start hearing a grinding and popping coming from beneath the trans tunnel...I look out the window, and at least I see that the tires finally started turning. Oh, goody. Dare I try moving it under it's own power? I start it up, and the miss in the idle is still there. I put it in first...nothing. 2nd...nothing. 3rd...sorta starts creeping, then stops moving. I get more in the throttle, up to 3500 or so, and it just barely creeps. Son of a....
This is why I love southern folks. A group of guys, without even asking, came over and started pushing my Jeep back to the trailer. I get it back on with the jerry-rigged boat trailer winch that is bolted to the front of the trailer. They even offered me a couple of their brews after I got it strapped down, so I hung out and watched the rest of the race.
The next morning, I go back to the AHS to assess the damage. I ask the nice lady at the desk if I can get someone to help me push it into the shop...she gives me the side eye and laughs...I say "don't ask..."
As I'm loosening the axle straps, @Croatan_Kid is coming around the corner of the building with a fork lift. He laughs at me and said "What the hell did you f*k up now, Scooter?" I said "I don't even know yet...engine idles rough and it won't move!" So after I roll it off the trailer, @Croatan_Kid pushes the Jeep with the forklift around to my usual hole at flat bay G.
I knew the trans was trashed, so I didn't even bother there. I wanted to see what got dorked up in the engine. I pulled the valve covers, and there were two bent pushrods, both on #8. Oh, great. So, off came the intake, pulled the rest of the pushrods, and I took the passenger side head off and set it on it's end on the work bench. I grab a light and start peeking down the bores expecting to see a cracked or busted piston. Nope. Nothing. All looks fine, except for a tiny ding in the piston. No cracks, no trash, no scratches in the walls...hmm...Curious. I turn around and look at the work bench, which has the sunlight shining at a perfect angle at the combustion chambers and valves...I can see peeks of daylight coming through the intake runners. Awesome!
So at the end of this misadventure, that G***amn phrase at the top of this post costed me a transmission, torque converter, a set of pushrods, valves, a valve job, top end gaskets, and an incredibly low-cost magnetic pickup...
Be careful what comes out of your mouth!
Three simple words that are harmless when spoken individually. But when placed in the lethal combination shown above, the poor soul who unknowingly utters these words together opens the door wide for Murphy to come in and lay down the Law.
The fine NC springtime weather had me wondering if the mud races were still going to happen that weekend. All week long, it had been raining cats and dogs, lizards and frogs, pitchforks and baby-daddies night and day. At the very least, I thought the pit down at Little Doo would be pretty challenging that week.
On Saturday (race day), it was decent weather in the morning, but they were calling for thunderstorms and possible tornadoes that night. Sweet! add an additional degree of challenge to the event. As usual, I spent my Saturday morning down at the auto hobby shop on base, checking things over, making sure nothing was out of sorts or loose, checking fluids, and some general tinkering here and there. It was early afternoon by this point, and I wanted to get my Jeep strapped down to the trailer, head up to Washington just north of New Bern to a gas station right off of 17 that sold 110 octane so I could make sure I had plenty of fuel to burn. I hopped up in the driver's seat, pumped the go-pedal once, flipped the ignition switch and pressed the start button. Crankety, crankety, crank....crankety, crankety, crankety, crank... Ruh roh Raggy, something ain't right...
I prop the hood up, and check the essentials for the engine busting off...air - well, I'm still breathing, so we've got that. Fuel - I push the throttle linkage back, and fuel sprays out the squirters...yep. Spark - I hook up my timing light to No. 1 real quick to spin the engine over with the remote. No flashy-flash from the timing light. Well damn. With a peek at the clock, time is ticking down...I could run to the parts store after I determine what the culprit is, but it'll take me a bit to diagnose whether it's the ignition box, coil, or magnetic pickup that croaked. Ain't nobody got time fo' dat!
I know at that point I've got a spare distributor and remote coil in my toolbox. Great! Just drop it in, set the timing and I'm on my way. I disconnect the wiring, yank the old dizzy out, spin the engine over to No. 1 TDC and properly time my 383. ...the thought strikes me....this is a standalone distributor. It won't be running off my ignition box (hence why the thought of using it came to mind, instead of diagnosing my problem and stopping by Advance on the way to the gas station), so I won't have any rev limiter involved in the loop tonight. It'll be fine! (Underlined so we know that these words are going to come back and bite me in the asses...)
So, from there I proceed as planned up the road to Washington, then back over to Newport so I can get a decent parking spot, hang out and shoot the breeze with the regulars, and eyeball the track owner's daughter, who I'd also be racing (and losing to). (Sorry y'all, if you're reading this. No, I'm really not sorry though...truth is truth!)
They always run the open mod class first...since they don't have headlights (usually), they don't want them to run after dark. So, Critter's Orange Blossom Special lines up and hauls balls through the mud pit.
In case you've never seen this truck race...it's a fast m*f*'er. Feels like thunder when it's idling, and will walk across that mud pit on the back tires. And damn, he ran a little slow tonight....Almost took him 4 seconds to clear the big end...that mud pit must be a bitch. Sweet!
Fast forwarding through all the stock classes...some people were barely clearing the starting line. Ha! sucks, but it also made for a very boring evening. Finally my class is called up. I hear them call my name to the starting line, and the rain is picking up it's pace (it started spitting on all of us a couple hours prior). I'm idling around to the starting line, easing in until the staging light comes on and step on the brake and drop it in neutral. I'm watching the water filling this pit up nearly to the brim as the bottom falls out and the rain is pouring...The staging light starts steady flashing and someone is waving at me...I can't hear over the thumpety-thumpety-thump of my open headers cackling, so I shut off the engine. They say over the speakers for everyone to hear that they're going to wait out this rain to see if it'll ease up or if we'll need to call the race.
Damn...well, I'll go over my game plan with no rev limiter. I'm planning to stay all in on the fuel, keeping in a high enough gear so I don't over-rev, and try to keep it between the walls...easy enough, right?
I get the go sign from the race master to fire it up and haul ass. So, I did (try). I started it up, blipped the throttle a few times to clear the carb, dropped it in 1st and floored it. The 1-2 shift had to come lightning quick, because the RPM's skyrocketed almost immediately. Forward momentum was gaining, wheel speed coming up. Shift light comes on again, so I hit 3rd. I unfortunately find the hole/buried wall about 150 feet in that's been trapping everyone on this particular evening in this miserable pit. Starting to bog, and with the wheel speed I'm turning it's burying in quick. I grab the shifter to throw it back down in 2nd while I'm still hip-deep in the throttle. Immediately all movement stops and the engine screams bloody murder...WTF!?? I lifted off the throttle as fast as I could and look at the tach to see it falling back down from way past 7500 rpm...(aside, I kept my limiter set at 7000...) Once it falls back to an idle, it's especially rough...oh great. I tap the throttle easy a couple times to see if it was just loaded up on the fuel. Nope...still rough. F*k.
The next interesting aspect to come was that I would now have to hook up a recovery cable to the back of my Jeep. The modified classes weren't required to pull the cable, and I always opted not to because I never had to worry about it before...oops. While wading through the mud around the back of my Jeep, I blindly found one of my ruts and face-planted in the mud. The crowd that night started laughing and cheering. More cheers as I stood up and threw my arms in the air. I meant to do that!
The recovery tractor is a big one, and it's pulling up the slack on the cable to tow my broke ass out of the hole. I feel the cable pull taught, then nothing. I look out the window, and the tractor is back there spinning it's tires. Well...rightfully so. My 38's are UNDER mud. This should be good. The race master tells me to hang on to something, they're going to slack the cable and take a running start to snatch me out. "Make sure you've got it in neutral." Yep, shifter is in neutral. The tractor takes off and snatches the cable tight, and the Jeep lurches a little. They slack the cable again, and snatch it again. Finally starts moving...one more ought to do it. One more time, they jerk the cable, then get on the fuel to start hauling me back. The race master says "I said put that bitch in neutral!"
I said "It is in in neutral!" But I look out the window to see both drivers side tires just dragging in the mud. I can only assume the other side is dragging too. Oh great, this should be fun! (Aside - I couldn't shift the transfer case in neutral because I didn't have the shifter attached...just permanently in 4WD. It'll be fine, I said!)
Once I get back to the "harder" mud, I start hearing a grinding and popping coming from beneath the trans tunnel...I look out the window, and at least I see that the tires finally started turning. Oh, goody. Dare I try moving it under it's own power? I start it up, and the miss in the idle is still there. I put it in first...nothing. 2nd...nothing. 3rd...sorta starts creeping, then stops moving. I get more in the throttle, up to 3500 or so, and it just barely creeps. Son of a....
This is why I love southern folks. A group of guys, without even asking, came over and started pushing my Jeep back to the trailer. I get it back on with the jerry-rigged boat trailer winch that is bolted to the front of the trailer. They even offered me a couple of their brews after I got it strapped down, so I hung out and watched the rest of the race.
The next morning, I go back to the AHS to assess the damage. I ask the nice lady at the desk if I can get someone to help me push it into the shop...she gives me the side eye and laughs...I say "don't ask..."
As I'm loosening the axle straps, @Croatan_Kid is coming around the corner of the building with a fork lift. He laughs at me and said "What the hell did you f*k up now, Scooter?" I said "I don't even know yet...engine idles rough and it won't move!" So after I roll it off the trailer, @Croatan_Kid pushes the Jeep with the forklift around to my usual hole at flat bay G.
I knew the trans was trashed, so I didn't even bother there. I wanted to see what got dorked up in the engine. I pulled the valve covers, and there were two bent pushrods, both on #8. Oh, great. So, off came the intake, pulled the rest of the pushrods, and I took the passenger side head off and set it on it's end on the work bench. I grab a light and start peeking down the bores expecting to see a cracked or busted piston. Nope. Nothing. All looks fine, except for a tiny ding in the piston. No cracks, no trash, no scratches in the walls...hmm...Curious. I turn around and look at the work bench, which has the sunlight shining at a perfect angle at the combustion chambers and valves...I can see peeks of daylight coming through the intake runners. Awesome!
So at the end of this misadventure, that G***amn phrase at the top of this post costed me a transmission, torque converter, a set of pushrods, valves, a valve job, top end gaskets, and an incredibly low-cost magnetic pickup...
Be careful what comes out of your mouth!
kaiser715
Doing hard time
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Damn young'uns..... Second City FTWOr the, uh, competition for SNL, which was actually better than SNL and not so flamingly liberal, a.k.a. MadTV
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CasterTroy
Faster'N You
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Sheeesh.....did you take your drivers test on a dinosaur?
Another good one was Almost Live! Where Bill Nye got his start
kaiser715
Doing hard time
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- 7, Pocket, NC
Not quite, but do have a cool story.... I took drivers ed in 1977. "Rockford Files" currently on the air, and was probably my favorite show (that or Emergency!). Local dealer had contract to provide however many cars each summer for the county school drivers ed program. They screwed up and the week it started, and were one short on the allotted number of standard 4-doors. So they provided one Pontiac Firebird. Sierra Gold, just like Rockfords. I was one of the lucky ones....two of us got that car (normally 3 students to a car).
obullfish
Carolina Trail Blazers
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Spend the day in the ER and getting CT scans to find out I don’t have a Kidney stone. Was told I had some inflamed tissue and told to take Ibuprofen then check back in a week.
CasterTroy
Faster'N You
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That's Awesome!
I know this sounds like some "one up BS" but it's not...our school ended up with 2 Ford Taurus and one blue and silver formula firebird in 1987 as drivers ed cars. I wasn't privileged as I was still 15 staring my Jr yr, so I had to buy my own private drivers ed or I wouldn't have been in line til 1/2 way thru my senior yr....ANYWAY, no idea why we had that formula firebird as a drivers ed car but for my junior year it was there...I think I have a pic in the yearbook of it....
Quite an odd coincidence
Scooter402
Ruffling feathers and shaking trees
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I'll throw another one of my dumbest moments out there for the entertainment of the people...I'll try to keep it short this time.
I'm tinkering on the CJ as was my usual affair way back in the good ol' days... This was before the racing addiction began, and I still had a 4 speed manual in it. I did the 3/4 ton swap, and had some 40" Ground Hawgs on it. They made for an awesome perch to put my vertically-challenged asses on when tooling around in the engine compartment.
I don't remember exactly which iteration of the 383 was in it, but I was fooling around with something...had my remote starter switch hooked up to the solenoid. I went to go start the engine (not just bump it over) so I squeezed the trigger. Immediately, I was flung like a rag doll off of the tire into the floor in front of my jeep....thank GAWD it didn't catch, or I'd have been slightly flatter!
Make sure you keep your chit in neutral when working on it...
I'm tinkering on the CJ as was my usual affair way back in the good ol' days... This was before the racing addiction began, and I still had a 4 speed manual in it. I did the 3/4 ton swap, and had some 40" Ground Hawgs on it. They made for an awesome perch to put my vertically-challenged asses on when tooling around in the engine compartment.
I don't remember exactly which iteration of the 383 was in it, but I was fooling around with something...had my remote starter switch hooked up to the solenoid. I went to go start the engine (not just bump it over) so I squeezed the trigger. Immediately, I was flung like a rag doll off of the tire into the floor in front of my jeep....thank GAWD it didn't catch, or I'd have been slightly flatter!
Make sure you keep your chit in neutral when working on it...
I'll throw another one of my dumbest moments out there for the entertainment of the people...I'll try to keep it short this time.
I'm tinkering on the CJ as was my usual affair way back in the good ol' days... This was before the racing addiction began, and I still had a 4 speed manual in it. I did the 3/4 ton swap, and had some 40" Ground Hawgs on it. They made for an awesome perch to put my vertically-challenged asses on when tooling around in the engine compartment.
I don't remember exactly which iteration of the 383 was in it, but I was fooling around with something...had my remote starter switch hooked up to the solenoid. I went to go start the engine (not just bump it over) so I squeezed the trigger. Immediately, I was flung like a rag doll off of the tire into the floor in front of my jeep....thank GAWD it didn't catch, or I'd have been slightly flatter!
Make sure you keep your chit in neutral when working on it...
That genuinely made me giggle
junkxj
Well poop!!!!!
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Since I was the D.A. that started this tread, I will add a quick one, and maybe my best one from back in the day.
I remember people saying black bears don't attack people, and I have came across 100's of them out in the woods.
I also remember early in my adult life people saying if a black bear attacks you, which it won't, punch it in the nose.
I have spent hundreds of nights in a bear release area, and I can honestly say only that trying to punch that one trouble bear in the nose wasn't a good idea....
Mr. Black bear doesn't like being punched after shot in the shoulder with a 9mm.
Lesson learned..............
I remember people saying black bears don't attack people, and I have came across 100's of them out in the woods.
I also remember early in my adult life people saying if a black bear attacks you, which it won't, punch it in the nose.
I have spent hundreds of nights in a bear release area, and I can honestly say only that trying to punch that one trouble bear in the nose wasn't a good idea....
Mr. Black bear doesn't like being punched after shot in the shoulder with a 9mm.
Lesson learned..............
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ckruzer
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popping a squat in the middle of the parking lot between the vehicle and the barracks. unable to make it in time. negative 50 degrees. bare ass, and squatting like a caveman. its coming out of me like lava.
im all thankful and such. it didnt happen in the car. at the gate. on the road. blah blah blah.
MPs show up. "oh shit"
Its a coed posse. the "oh shits" didnt stop
im all thankful and such. it didnt happen in the car. at the gate. on the road. blah blah blah.
MPs show up. "oh shit"
Its a coed posse. the "oh shits" didnt stop
obullfish
Carolina Trail Blazers
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- Candler N.C.
Her name was Shannon. Enough said!
Scooter402
Ruffling feathers and shaking trees
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Scooter402
Ruffling feathers and shaking trees
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Visual aid shown here...noooo, I wasn't wrenching in the barracks parking lot...everyone knows that's not allowed! This wasn't the moment of my being flung off the tire, but it gives a visual of my vertically challenged self perched on the tire, just for giggles. ...pay no attention to the random vacuum hose and e-brake cable just dangling...I'll throw another one of my dumbest moments out there for the entertainment of the people...I'll try to keep it short this time.
I'm tinkering on the CJ as was my usual affair way back in the good ol' days... This was before the racing addiction began, and I still had a 4 speed manual in it. I did the 3/4 ton swap, and had some 40" Ground Hawgs on it. They made for an awesome perch to put my vertically-challenged asses on when tooling around in the engine compartment.
I don't remember exactly which iteration of the 383 was in it, but I was fooling around with something...had my remote starter switch hooked up to the solenoid. I went to go start the engine (not just bump it over) so I squeezed the trigger. Immediately, I was flung like a rag doll off of the tire into the floor in front of my jeep....thank GAWD it didn't catch, or I'd have been slightly flatter!
Make sure you keep your chit in neutral when working on it...
tlucier
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- Mebane, NC
Visual aid shown here...noooo, I wasn't wrenching in the barracks parking lot...everyone knows that's not allowed! This wasn't the moment of my being flung off the tire, but it gives a visual of my vertically challenged self perched on the tire, just for giggles. ...pay no attention to the random vacuum hose and e-brake cable just dangling...
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LOL! You could post this pic in the douchebag thread too. Looks like you're taking up two parking spots. Maybe being vertically challenged affect your view when pulling into the parking spot. Hahaha!
Scooter402
Ruffling feathers and shaking trees
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Good catch! I don't remember what spurred the "ah, fawk it! I'm taking two spots" because this was 12 years ago... but I might just have to. I think I've got another poser shot somewhere that could work there too. I'm going hunting through my photobucket now
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Look at dem 4 into 1 sidepipes!Visual aid shown here...noooo, I wasn't wrenching in the barracks parking lot...everyone knows that's not allowed! This wasn't the moment of my being flung off the tire, but it gives a visual of my vertically challenged self perched on the tire, just for giggles. ...pay no attention to the random vacuum hose and e-brake cable just dangling...
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powerstrokin04
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And those sweet ground hawgsLook at dem 4 into 1 sidepipes!
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