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chryslerfat said:
My worst is the story from 4 years ago where a blade from the fan came off while I was tuning a friends derby car and cut my arm nearly off. I had my girl drive me to ER while holding a bath towel on it and then sat in ER waiting room for 15 minutes till they took me back. They had be get up on a table and when I took the towel down the guy freaked and said this is trauma. The next thing I knew I was laid down on the bed and rushed to another room where I had nurses and doctors freaking out and went from there to a several hour surgery to reattach everything and clean out the fan belt pieces.
3 days in the hospital and 6 weeks with the arm locked to my side before therapy and return to work. The arm took 6 months to regain most of the movement but it will always feel wierd and never be 100 percent.
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Sure glad you didn't lose it CF.
 
chryslerfat said:
My worst is the story from 4 years ago where a blade from the fan came off while I was tuning a friends derby car and cut my arm nearly off. I had my girl drive me to ER while holding a bath towel on it and then sat in ER waiting room for 15 minutes till they took me back. They had be get up on a table and when I took the towel down the guy freaked and said this is trauma. The next thing I knew I was laid down on the bed and rushed to another room where I had nurses and doctors freaking out and went from there to a several hour surgery to reattach everything and clean out the fan belt pieces.
3 days in the hospital and 6 weeks with the arm locked to my side before therapy and return to work. The arm took 6 months to regain most of the movement but it will always feel wierd and never be 100 percent.
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I just read that yesterday in a fan thread. You should post that pic on this thread. You are a tough one I do believe.
 
chryslerfat said:
I just look at it as we live and learn same as everyone else here.
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Somewhere along the way, somebody learned me to never stand inline with a rotating fan. I have friend who leaned into a airboat fan while working on the VW engine. Pretty much ruined his hand. It was sewed into his hip to keep the blood circulating. He quit drinking after that. Still a good mechanic.
 
Bodyperson said:
Somewhere along the way, somebody learned me to never stand inline with a rotating fan. I have friend who leaned into a airboat fan while working on the VW engine. Pretty much ruined his hand. It was sewed into his hip to keep the blood circulating. He quit drinking after that. Still a good mechanic.
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I was warned about leaning over the front in high school and it took over 30 years before I learned why.
 
Fred Scigliano said:
Dusted the dirt off the bike and rode it home with a broken clutch and front break handle.
Ho and a bent front wheel that wobbled all the way home. lol
I don't think any different than the rest of you guys and I bet you have some good stories to tell. SO please do....
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One beautiful night in June of 1982, I was cruising along Portage Ave in Winnipeg on my Yamaha XS1100, minding my own business, enjoying the night. Suddenly a 1968 Ford Galaxie 500 made an illegal left turn directly in front of me. I struck the right front corner of the Ford, braking my left leg and ankle, the bike fell on it's right side, careening along the road, up the entrance of a nearby self serve gas bar, down the sidewalk where I grazed the concrete base of a bus stop bench with my head, then continued along until it struck the barrier between the gas bar exit and the neighboring restaurant. I catapulted over the rail and into the restaurant parking lot while the Yamaha headed back towards Portage Ave. Somewhere along the way I also cracked my left wrist and broke a few bones in my left hand.

More recently. in December of 2013, one cold afternoon, I was working on an overhead door in an unheated warehouse with a polished concrete floor. I had my extension ladder set up and had made 3 or 4 trips up and down the ladder to repair the door. I was making what should have been (and ultimately was) my last trip up the ladder, and had just reached the top of the door, about 16 feet, when I felt the ladder slip.
My first and only thought was, "**** this is gonna hurt". Now, almost 7 years later, it still does! I was right! I broke both wrists and 3 teeth, took 7 stitches over my right eye, 3 in my left leg, broke my nose, and had a concussion.
 
missing linc said:
One beautiful night in June of 1982, I was cruising along Portage Ave in Winnipeg on my Yamaha XS1100, minding my own business, enjoying the night. Suddenly a 1968 Ford Galaxie 500 made an illegal left turn directly in front of me. I struck the right front corner of the Ford, braking my left leg and ankle, the bike fell on it's right side, careening along the road, up the entrance of a nearby self serve gas bar, down the sidewalk where I grazed the concrete base of a bus stop bench with my head, then continued along until it struck the barrier between the gas bar exit and the neighboring restaurant. I catapulted over the rail and into the restaurant parking lot while the Yamaha headed back towards Portage Ave. Somewhere along the way I also cracked my left wrist and broke a few bones in my left hand.

More recently. in December of 2013, one cold afternoon, I was working on an overhead door in an unheated warehouse with a polished concrete floor. I had my extension ladder set up and had made 3 or 4 trips up and down the ladder to repair the door. I was making what should have been (and ultimately was) my last trip up the ladder, and had just reached the top of the door, about 16 feet, when I felt the ladder slip.
My first and only thought was, "**** this is gonna hurt". Now, almost 7 years later, it still does! I was right! I broke both wrists and 3 teeth, took 7 stitches over my right eye, 3 in my left leg, broke my nose, and had a concussion.
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The bike accident was bad enough for more than a life time.
Sorry it ended up with a ladder fall.
 
Bodyperson said:
Somewhere along the way, somebody learned me to never stand inline with a rotating fan. I have friend who leaned into a airboat fan while working on the VW engine. Pretty much ruined his hand. It was sewed into his hip to keep the blood circulating. He quit drinking after that. Still a good mechanic.
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Sorry to here BP hope he's ok now.
 
missing linc said:
One beautiful night in June of 1982, I was cruising along Portage Ave in Winnipeg on my Yamaha XS1100, minding my own business, enjoying the night. Suddenly a 1968 Ford Galaxie 500 made an illegal left turn directly in front of me. I struck the right front corner of the Ford, braking my left leg and ankle, the bike fell on it's right side, careening along the road, up the entrance of a nearby self serve gas bar, down the sidewalk where I grazed the concrete base of a bus stop bench with my head, then continued along until it struck the barrier between the gas bar exit and the neighboring restaurant. I catapulted over the rail and into the restaurant parking lot while the Yamaha headed back towards Portage Ave. Somewhere along the way I also cracked my left wrist and broke a few bones in my left hand.

More recently. in December of 2013, one cold afternoon, I was working on an overhead door in an unheated warehouse with a polished concrete floor. I had my extension ladder set up and had made 3 or 4 trips up and down the ladder to repair the door. I was making what should have been (and ultimately was) my last trip up the ladder, and had just reached the top of the door, about 16 feet, when I felt the ladder slip.
My first and only thought was, "**** this is gonna hurt". Now, almost 7 years later, it still does! I was right! I broke both wrists and 3 teeth, took 7 stitches over my right eye, 3 in my left leg, broke my nose, and had a concussion.
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HOLY CRAP
 
On a positive note, I sold my 2004 Mercury Grand Marquis today, paid $1900 a couple months ago, spent around $100.00 on it, sold it for $2700.00. Guy was happy as pig in **** for that price. I thought it was fair.

Then I saw a 2016 Challenger Hellcat at a dealership nearby for sale. Asking $59k with under 10000 miles. I figure if I bought it I would be living in it within a week or two, seemed like it would be kind of cramped.
 
After graduating college in 1989 (I think? not positive 1988 or 1989), my class had a grad dinner and an after party. I of course participated, and even got a ride to the party with a designated driver. After drinking and partying ALL NIGHT, including several dips in the pool, My designated driver drove me home around 8:00 AM. I decided that I was hungry, so I got my Kawasaki 1100 out of the garage and rode it down to one of my favorite greasy spoon joints for some breakfast.
Feeling somewhat re-energized after some bacon and eggs and coffee, I though it would be a great idea to go back to the party and see if the girl I had a hard on for was still there, plus I was up for some more drinking too!
I made it across town without incident, at least until I was about a mile from the house where the party was. At that point I actually passed out while riding my motorcycle, and dumped it, sliding across 2 lanes of oncoming traffic and into a curb, oil pan first. I woke up when my *** hit the road, and immediately picked the bike up. (don't want to attract attention of course) I made my way back to the party, still going, had a couple more beers, and passed out on the living room floor for a few hours. When I finally woke up, the girl I was chasing was gone and my Kawasaki was in pretty sad shape. Rode it home and went back to bed for several more hours.
 
last year, i got a call from the school, saying my boy bounced off a piece of equipment in the playground, and he may need to see a doctor

sure whatever, the wife happened to have the day off, so me and her drove out there and took a look at it (this was maybe around 11 AM)

sure enough, he had caught his leg on the edge of an octagon shaped merry go round and had a big gash in there

so we took him to the clinic and the wife put 17 stitches in him (3 of which in deep tissue)
then we fed him lunch and brought him back to school, the kids were absolutely flabbergasted to see him again so soon
 
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