Traded in my original 4-speed distributor (same as a Stage 1 number 2016) way back in '77 for a rebuilt unit. Got my $5 or so core charge back. I paid thru the nose to get a duplicate with the right number- and it was a restamp.
VERY FUNNY! :laugh: LOL over that short little story! My stupid move? Volunteered for Vietnam after receiving orders for Germany back in '68. Survived with no ill effect (I think), no bullet holes or wounds, so it all worked out, and exciting to boot (but still stupid . Jim
I didn't do this myself but it was a very dumb thing..... One day while I was outside, I saw my cat climbing around my Wildcat, and then all of a sudden he lifts his tail up and started squirting stuff out of his butt into my rear speaker, .... Oh man I was pissed
That's only funny as hell 'cause it didnt happen to me! I may have to give you my avatar! We'll have to look for one of a knot on a forehead too.
Hey, need some help with a case of stupidity. My wife has a 70 Skylark Custom convert and it needs front shocks. I had purchased some in went to change them but found there did not seem to be a way to remove and replace the shocks through either a hole in the lower control arm or in the shock tower. Does this mean I have to drop the lower control arm and remove the coil spring to replace the shock? What am I missing? thanks
Sorta not Buick related, but THREAD PERFECT - My (now EX wife) - as part of her "liberation mode" always had to do what guys did. So when her Dad started putting new white tab shingles on his 3rd story roof - up 33 feet on an 1880's Queen Anne. Well, everyone had to give her room to get up there on the 40 foot ladder, and everyone intended to help her climb off onto the roof. . She was terrified of the height and more terrified of the wasps that had taken to flying low over the roof for the joy of soaring on the reflected waves of August heat off the new tar paper and so on. . So, as she was laying shingles from perhaps her second bundle - a wasp buzzed her low and hard - she had a mouthful of nails (just like the guys) - however, she decided to take a swing at the wasp. . No, she didn't swallow the nails. . No she didn't fall off the roof. . No she didn't get a wasp sting. . She DID however WHACK the WASP with the HAMMER - as it landed on her FORHEAD. Almost passed out; slumps forward onto the bundle of shingles laying on the roof jack. . Moaning, she started hollering for HELP. . Took about 4 GUYS to get her backed up and onto the top of the 40' ladder, just as the fire department arrived. They carried her down the hook and ladder unit as only firemen could. . She became a wonderful mother to two, and grandmother to 7. . We were divorced after 28 years - she wanted to be her own person again. Perhaps she decided to pursue this solo lifestyle after the perhaps 1,000th time I told her to "watch out for the wasp" and used my open hand to whack my own forehead. :error: . Rip Rohring :Comp:
A few hours ago i was changing my timing belt and my gaskets on my 91 camry. As i was putting it back to check the timing i took a spark plug and put a long screw driver in to see when it was at peak. Forgot to take the screwdriver out and started her up. Screw driver almost went through my hood but did no damage thank god. Thats what happens wen u rush lol
when i put a bbb engine in my 86' cutlass i deleted the heat and air. that removed half the rain gutter that drains the water off the side of the cowl. so when i wash the car water runs down on the engine and stands on top of the breather. so i just lay somethilng over the engine while i wash the car. last fall while getting ready to go to our local Sonic for the weekly cruise-in i placed an old sweat shirt over the breather and engine while i cleaning the car. i finished the car and drove 10 plus miles to Sonic and as is the current practice after parking i popped the hood latch and got out. i went around front of the car as 2 onlookers approached, i pulled the latch and lifted the hood as i turned to address them one gentleman says "is that your engine warmer?". much to my great embarrassment there lay the tan sweat shirt over the engine. the sleeves had holes already smoldering in them from laying on the headers. i've since opted for and old shower curtain and i leave a corner of it sticking out from under the hood. :spank: i'm gonna fix that this year.
I think this goes for all of us: We all picked an expensive hobby! Just kidding, Its worth every penny.
I think this goes for all of us: We all picked an expensive hobby! Just kidding, Its worth every penny.
A year or so ago I put the float hanger in upside down on a beautifully rebuilt carb by a board member. Started the car and gas poured all over the new carb and my freshly painted intake. I didn't know what I had done wrong at the time so I shipped the carb back to the guy that built it and he had to fix it for me and was kind enough to re-coat it in the eastwood paint for me. When I was 15 and just started racing circle track my car was horribly loose after one practice session to the point I couldn't touch the gas without the ass end coming around. After we took the car home and scaled it we seen the weight distribution was horribly off on the rear of the car and found we had a spring jammed into the LR of the car at a weird angle- the dumb move of this story is me sticking my hand in thru the trunk and giving it a smack trying to dislodge it. It worked- but I had NO idea how dangerous what I did was until my dad made it perfectly clear. One time shortly after getting my license I needed to charge my cell phone but the fuse tip of the car charger wasn't long enough to reach inside the cigarette lighter, so I put a penny inside to act as a spacer since I thought it would conduct the electricty. Bad idea. I took my dads '77 Vette out one night when I was in highschool because I knew him and my mom wouldn't be home until late. Me and a buddy went out cruising in it and after we were done eating dinner we hopped in the car to head home and it wouldn't start. It's a 4 speed car and the parking lot had a little bit of a hill so we tried pushing starting it, over and over again. No luck. Finally someone came over to help us jump it, still couldn't get it started. Finally when I took the (-) jumper cable off I realized the cable was loose. I finally got the car started and home- but not in time to beat the parents.
First real shop that I worked in was when I was 16. The service manager has me doing an oil change. He walks buy and I ask him why there is so much oil in this car, it's like a mazda or something, and why it looks red. He tells me it's trans fluid. I plug up the trans drain plug and change the oil. The guy basically got a free trans service out of my stupidity. My boss was pretty cool about it and laughed at me.
In 1971 I rebuilt a small block chevy engine and dropped it back into the 65 Chevy Impala SS. Started fine, idled fine but had a knock when you rev it above 1000 RPM. Dad and I spent a couple of evenings trying to figure out where it was coming from. Pulled the oil pan and checked the rod and crank bolts and put back together and still had the knock. Dad said go back and check the rods again while he worked on the upper engine. This time I checked the bearings and found that half a rod bearing was left out during the assembly. Replace the bearing and the engine ran fine until I sold it 3 years later. Dad is 86 now but has never let me forget this little error and has told the story to each of my sons. ou:
This afternoon I was laying under the car fitting a new oil pressure sending unit. I extended it out put in a "T" and screwed the orig sender back on to work the stock idiot light. Well the reading I got was kinda low so I figured there must be some air traped in there. with the engine idling I layed under the car loos'nd the sender. nothing came out. couple more turns it flew out with a big POP :error: 40 psi oil was shooting out and all I could do was put my finger in the hole and try to get the other hand on the sender to screw it back in. ray: Im all by myself. after a Qt or so soaked me from head to waist I made a dive for the coil wire to shut down the car. Really felt like a bone head. a soaking wet, slippery smelly bone head.
Oh, man. So many stories to tell on myself, so little desire to look so stupid. There's the time I put my wife's 71 Formula 455 Automatic Firebird over the end of the car trailer and into the back of my pickup. AFTER I sold it and already used 1/2 the money! Luckily, almost no damage to 'Bird. Plenty of injury to my pride and the tailgate on my truck. There's the time I worked on a '66 Tempest for three full days trying to figure out why, after driving it in, pulling the engine and replacing the rear main seal, it now wouldn't start using the key. It would start and run fine if I used a remote start button I had but the ignition switch and key was completely useless. Sitting in the driver's seat, feeling like an incompetent moron, I completely reinforced that thought when I looked down and found the floor shifter in the "D" position. Perhaps the time I dropped the box-end wrench I had been using and it fell on to both of the battery terminals, instantly welding itself to both. Maybe the time I verbally blew the doors off the guy at the machine shop for incorrectly installing the cam on the BBC I put in this guy's '66 Chevelle. I played with everything trying to make the car run properly. Ran the firing order at least five times, checked for vacuum leaks, stabbed the distributor four or five times and finally came to the conclusion HE made the boo-boo. The machine shop owner came out to my place to look the thing over prior to me pulling the engine back out and dropping it off for them to correct what was so obviously their screw up. He was actually very nice when he informed me that I had crossed not one, but THREE plug wires... Perhaps the time I decided it would be simple to bleed the fuel injectors and lines on an Olds diesel wagon by simply pulling the glow plugs and turning the engine over. Worked great until I blew my hair backwards, scared the crap out my (then) wife and the neighbors for a couple of doors down both sides of the street and nearly crapped my pants. I was outside the car, reaching through the open window and holding my balance using my left hand on the fender. The same hand that held my lit cigarette in the middle of the misty cloud of diesel fuel that was pumped out the open glow plug holes. Perhaps the time I pulled the dipstick out of a Saturn DOHC engine that had a bad IAC valve. It was running at the time, "idling" at about 2,000 RPM. Those little engines can flat spit some oil out of that little tube. Now I know why a dip stick fits pretty snugly in the tube though I still don't have any idea what possessed me to pull that dipstick out. Oh, I've got it. How about the time I asked my first wife to tighten the nut that holds the battery wire to the back of the alternator while I held the alternator, keeping the belt tight. Needless to say, she touched the end of the wrench to the intake manifold creating what would have been a very nice July 4th show, scared her enough to whip her hand, the one holding the wrench, back toward me. Luckily she missed hitting my head with her hand. Not so luckily, she didn't miss with the wrench. I'm bleeding, she's yelling about how it was my fault and served me right anyway. Sometimes I wonder how in the world I've lived to be a bit past the big 50 mark still sporting all of my original fingers, toes, eyes, ears, etc. I do have a few Oh *&^% scars however. :beers2: o No:
Not me, but at this past Thursday's local cruise night. When you are backing up a mile long 1957 Dodge four door into parking spot, get someone to tell you how close you are so you don't back into a '65 Corvette Stingrayou:
LOL! Thanks. Sadly, all true too! The worst part is, there's lots more, I just can't bring myself to tell anybody about most of the rest! uzzled: :laugh:
