Our electricity went out early yesterday morning due to Irene, so I thought I would sneak out to the garage and finish plumbing my fuel line, reroute the fuel pressure wiring to the cockpit gauge, and clean up a few things. I figured with the garage doors open I would have plenty of light and could pass the time until the power came back on doing my second most favorite thing. I slid under the car and got a few things done when I noticed a small pool of
antifreeze right under the balancer. I got out to get a rag and then swung back around to go under the car, when WHACK! I smacked the top of my head into the passenger side, front quick jack and then drug it across a couple of inches just for good measure. With all the posts and warnings about the evilness of the quick jacks and your shins and head, I thought I was well aware and it would never happen to me. Yeah, right. When I thought I had a leak, all focus disappeared and I turned off my proximity detector to head pain. Now I have a nice gouge right in the area where my hair is thinning and it turns out I spilled the
antifreeze when I was filling it, no leak. Here's a pic of the offender. You can see a bit of my blood, skin, and hair if you look close:
Now I know why Bill (Mr. Mustang) changed his out to overriders almost before he unloaded the car. Be careful out there!