Goofs & Blunders You Should Avoid.

once upon a time long ago..... I was much younger..... i was installing a stereo in a car and had a live soldering iron on the floor of the garage and backed out of the car, bare foot and stepped on it..... yup, that smarts...
Never stepped on a soldering iron, but I sure have fond memories of installing stereos in my cars back in the 70s! 66 and 67 Galaxy 500s, and a 73 Nova.
 
Never stepped on a soldering iron, but I sure have fond memories of installing stereos in my cars back in the 70s! 66 and 67 Galaxy 500s, and a 73 Nova.
I fondly remember laying on my back half on the front seat and half under the dash with my feet on the ceiling of the car (Do cars have ceilings?) trying to work out the wiring that was too short to do any other way.

Din radios and premade harnesses took away all of that fun.

Hell, now vehicles come from the factory with stereos that sound so good there's no need to monkey with them.....Even if you could.
 
When grabbing the soldering iron, make sure you grab the right end. When I am soldering/desoldering, I often let the iron dangle over my leg. Without thinking, I overreached and grabbed the business end, resulting in an inch long blister on my forefinger. As I have told others in the past, it doesn't take me long to inspect hot iron but nevertheless I had seared my finger like a fine piece of steak.

As I told my wife many years ago, pain is nature's way of telling you that you screwed up. It's all healed now.
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When I was much younger (58 years ago?), but only a little more foolish than now, I was concentrating on wiring a project and passed the iron from my right hand into my left, laying the shaft across the inside of my four fingers – it was actually at least a second before I realized I had made a mistake, but quickly retrieved the iron, put it safely down and ran for ice. I can proudly say that I never made this particular error again.
 
Welding overhead under the car, a big fat cherry dropped onto my welding jacket, rolled down the "slight swell" of my stomach, found the gap at the bottom. It went from below the belly button to my belt, and sat there burning like hell. The lesson is, don't lift the belt, it rolled farther south, burning a swath as it rolled, and you can't just sit up under the car....:eek 2:
 
Welding overhead under the car, a big fat cherry dropped onto my welding jacket, rolled down the "slight swell" of my stomach, found the gap at the bottom. It went from below the belly button to my belt, and sat there burning like hell. The lesson is, don't lift the belt, it rolled farther south, burning a swath as it rolled, and you can't just sit up under the car....:eek 2:
That was painful just to read!

GsT
 
Welding overhead under the car, a big fat cherry dropped onto my welding jacket, rolled down the "slight swell" of my stomach, found the gap at the bottom. It went from below the belly button to my belt, and sat there burning like hell. The lesson is, don't lift the belt, it rolled farther south, burning a swath as it rolled, and you can't just sit up under the car....:eek 2:
 
When you're mucking out stalls regularly, you wear your Levis tucked into your boots. Not a great idea when you're cutting with a torch. One of them little suckers fell into my boot and landed above my ankle. It was stall smoking when I got my boot off. The scar was visible for more than twenty years. I never tucked my Levis into my boots after that.
 
When you're mucking out stalls regularly, you wear your Levis tucked into your boots. Not a great idea when you're cutting with a torch. One of them little suckers fell into my boot and landed above my ankle. It was stall smoking when I got my boot off. The scar was visible for more than twenty years. I never tucked my Levis into my boots after that.
been there, done that, except I couldnt get the boot off. Jeez I yelled
 
I drink cold black instant coffee, use straight rubbing alcohol as aftershave, and I don't make sudden panicky movements when I'm doing hot work and a welding ballie jumps into my boot. But that below the belt business, whoo boy! Haven't experienced that one, but I imagine I'd jump up and do the Harlem shake. But one thing I can't help but think involving such a jolt below the beltline- as far as that sort of thing goes, there's probably folks lining up somewhere willing to pay money to have that done to them by a midget in a bunny suit. Human nature, I guess.

 
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