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My wife had tickets to take our daughter to the Ariana Grande concert that was attacked. She didn’t go as my daughter wasn’t well. I woke up in the morning to hundreds of missed calls and messages.
Will never forget the voicemail my boss left me at about midnight after he’d seen the news. My opinion on him and several other people completely changed that morning.
Will never forget the voicemail my boss left me at about midnight after he’d seen the news. My opinion on him and several other people completely changed that morning.
One which still makes me go cold. Even writing this now. 25 years ago i reckon.
Was a summers evening and my mum was gardening out the front of the house.
She was by the edge of a wall and she fell backwards from 5ft up heading towards a concrete floor. But at that exact moment i turned around and managed to grab her as she was about a foot from the floor.
I reckon, and i dont say this lightly, i saved her life. She was fine but said to me dont tell your dad! And i didn't.
Was super unusual i was there in the garden and no one else was around .
Good old mum.
Was a summers evening and my mum was gardening out the front of the house.
She was by the edge of a wall and she fell backwards from 5ft up heading towards a concrete floor. But at that exact moment i turned around and managed to grab her as she was about a foot from the floor.
I reckon, and i dont say this lightly, i saved her life. She was fine but said to me dont tell your dad! And i didn't.
Was super unusual i was there in the garden and no one else was around .
Good old mum.
In Northumberland on holiday 4 years ago we went to the pre-booked boat trip to Farne Islands, only to be told it was dangerously choppy so postponed until another day. So we changed the plan and headed North along the A1 toward Berwick on Tweed. My Wife was in the passenger seat with eyes shut and awoke with a start a few miles later when I exclaimed "s
t!", braked (but not full on as there was a car behind)and pulled into the very side of the road as a truck coming the other way missed us and the car behind by about 3 inches!
Idiot truck driver had decided to overtake a line of traffic including another truck on the single carriageway road - what was going through his mind I don't know. whether he thought it was dual carriageway? who knows? he made no attempt to slow, but possible thought "they're getting out of the way, I'll keep going"
The Audi behind just did like us and proceeded after a few seconds. I was shaking like a leaf. It was only a few minutes after that I thought I should have got out and asked if they had dashcam. My wife wouldn't dwell on it, Later in the day our 18 year-old daughter (in rear seat) said "we wouldn't have survived would we"
Certainly brings it home how fragile we are, and how we need to always be ready for others' actions.
t!", braked (but not full on as there was a car behind)and pulled into the very side of the road as a truck coming the other way missed us and the car behind by about 3 inches!Idiot truck driver had decided to overtake a line of traffic including another truck on the single carriageway road - what was going through his mind I don't know. whether he thought it was dual carriageway? who knows? he made no attempt to slow, but possible thought "they're getting out of the way, I'll keep going"
The Audi behind just did like us and proceeded after a few seconds. I was shaking like a leaf. It was only a few minutes after that I thought I should have got out and asked if they had dashcam. My wife wouldn't dwell on it, Later in the day our 18 year-old daughter (in rear seat) said "we wouldn't have survived would we"
Certainly brings it home how fragile we are, and how we need to always be ready for others' actions.
PPEhero said:
My wife had tickets to take our daughter to the Ariana Grande concert that was attacked. She didn’t go as my daughter wasn’t well. I woke up in the morning to hundreds of missed calls and messages.
Will never forget the voicemail my boss left me at about midnight after he’d seen the news. My opinion on him and several other people completely changed that morning.
Wow, a lucky escape! Go on..... the boss.... opinion change for the better or worse? Will never forget the voicemail my boss left me at about midnight after he’d seen the news. My opinion on him and several other people completely changed that morning.
take-good-care-of-the-forest-dewey said:
Yikes...
My father dived in the early 50s. You had to make most of your own kit as what was available was very very expensive and not great either.
They would do do circa 3 / 4 dives a day, with a pub lunch in between consisting of a lot of ale and then dive pissed in the afternoon.
I have photo of one of them about to head off using an old welding bottle... The big ones that go onto a trolly because... Because it was free and they wanted to do a longer dive for lobsters.
The only safety kit was a knife - made himself. Even his wetsuit was home-made. No BCD, no spare reg, no spare air, etc.
Miracle none of them died. It wasn't as though they staid shallow, many 30-40m wreck dives done.
Funnily enough the only one of their group killed by diving was one of them that went pro.
I can believe that, I heard a story (from a boat skipper so to be taken with an appropriate sized pinch of salt) of a team trying to recover the bell from a wreck 90 meters deep, all the latest kit and they hadn't succeeded, anyway on the next trip the skipper allowed some aged relic from the early diving days to come along. This chap was what is known as a 'bounce' diver, literally straight down as fast as you can, a few minutes at depth then back up with maybe a safety stop or two. Apparently on his first 'bounce' this chap surfaces clutching the bell.My father dived in the early 50s. You had to make most of your own kit as what was available was very very expensive and not great either.
They would do do circa 3 / 4 dives a day, with a pub lunch in between consisting of a lot of ale and then dive pissed in the afternoon.
I have photo of one of them about to head off using an old welding bottle... The big ones that go onto a trolly because... Because it was free and they wanted to do a longer dive for lobsters.
The only safety kit was a knife - made himself. Even his wetsuit was home-made. No BCD, no spare reg, no spare air, etc.
Miracle none of them died. It wasn't as though they staid shallow, many 30-40m wreck dives done.
Funnily enough the only one of their group killed by diving was one of them that went pro.
Plenty of good reasons why it maybe didn't happen as told (firstly bells are bloody heavy and would need a lift bag, deployment of which takes a few minutes with a clear head) but it is indicative of the early air divers who as you say went deep, had no idea of O2 tox or equivalent narcosis depths, and thought nothing of a few beers. But to be fair, they managed to clear most of the wrecks they found of the nice shiny things!
many many years ago walking home from the pub one summers night, I got caught in a massive thunderstorm the walk home involved a metal footbridge over the rail line alongside the road bridge. And of course as I crossed it I felt all my hairs stand up in the electrical charge! before I could move the lightning struck the tree across the road with a sound so loud im not sure I actually heard it and a flash that left after images in my eyes for ages!
Krupp88 said:
I can believe that, I heard a story (from a boat skipper so to be taken with an appropriate sized pinch of salt) of a team trying to recover the bell from a wreck 90 meters deep, all the latest kit and they hadn't succeeded, anyway on the next trip the skipper allowed some aged relic from the early diving days to come along. This chap was what is known as a 'bounce' diver, literally straight down as fast as you can, a few minutes at depth then back up with maybe a safety stop or two. Apparently on his first 'bounce' this chap surfaces clutching the bell.
Plenty of good reasons why it maybe didn't happen as told (firstly bells are bloody heavy and would need a lift bag, deployment of which takes a few minutes with a clear head) but it is indicative of the early air divers who as you say went deep, had no idea of O2 tox or equivalent narcosis depths, and thought nothing of a few beers. But to be fair, they managed to clear most of the wrecks they found of the nice shiny things!
Indeed... Their house has several brass portholes on the wall Plenty of good reasons why it maybe didn't happen as told (firstly bells are bloody heavy and would need a lift bag, deployment of which takes a few minutes with a clear head) but it is indicative of the early air divers who as you say went deep, had no idea of O2 tox or equivalent narcosis depths, and thought nothing of a few beers. But to be fair, they managed to clear most of the wrecks they found of the nice shiny things!
Think there's a bell somewhere too. Krupp88 said:
take-good-care-of-the-forest-dewey said:
Yikes...
My father dived in the early 50s. You had to make most of your own kit as what was available was very very expensive and not great either.
They would do do circa 3 / 4 dives a day, with a pub lunch in between consisting of a lot of ale and then dive pissed in the afternoon.
I have photo of one of them about to head off using an old welding bottle... The big ones that go onto a trolly because... Because it was free and they wanted to do a longer dive for lobsters.
The only safety kit was a knife - made himself. Even his wetsuit was home-made. No BCD, no spare reg, no spare air, etc.
Miracle none of them died. It wasn't as though they staid shallow, many 30-40m wreck dives done.
Funnily enough the only one of their group killed by diving was one of them that went pro.
I can believe that, I heard a story (from a boat skipper so to be taken with an appropriate sized pinch of salt) of a team trying to recover the bell from a wreck 90 meters deep, all the latest kit and they hadn't succeeded, anyway on the next trip the skipper allowed some aged relic from the early diving days to come along. This chap was what is known as a 'bounce' diver, literally straight down as fast as you can, a few minutes at depth then back up with maybe a safety stop or two. Apparently on his first 'bounce' this chap surfaces clutching the bell.My father dived in the early 50s. You had to make most of your own kit as what was available was very very expensive and not great either.
They would do do circa 3 / 4 dives a day, with a pub lunch in between consisting of a lot of ale and then dive pissed in the afternoon.
I have photo of one of them about to head off using an old welding bottle... The big ones that go onto a trolly because... Because it was free and they wanted to do a longer dive for lobsters.
The only safety kit was a knife - made himself. Even his wetsuit was home-made. No BCD, no spare reg, no spare air, etc.
Miracle none of them died. It wasn't as though they staid shallow, many 30-40m wreck dives done.
Funnily enough the only one of their group killed by diving was one of them that went pro.
Plenty of good reasons why it maybe didn't happen as told (firstly bells are bloody heavy and would need a lift bag, deployment of which takes a few minutes with a clear head) but it is indicative of the early air divers who as you say went deep, had no idea of O2 tox or equivalent narcosis depths, and thought nothing of a few beers. But to be fair, they managed to clear most of the wrecks they found of the nice shiny things!
Now 20+ years on only 1 is still alive because his new wife made him stop his hobby. I'm selfishly grateful that she stopped him as I now go caving all the time with him.
eltax91 said:
PPEhero said:
My wife had tickets to take our daughter to the Ariana Grande concert that was attacked. She didn’t go as my daughter wasn’t well. I woke up in the morning to hundreds of missed calls and messages.
Will never forget the voicemail my boss left me at about midnight after he’d seen the news. My opinion on him and several other people completely changed that morning.
Wow, a lucky escape! Go on..... the boss.... opinion change for the better or worse? Will never forget the voicemail my boss left me at about midnight after he’d seen the news. My opinion on him and several other people completely changed that morning.
Edited by PPEhero on Wednesday 1st July 14:25
PPEhero said:
eltax91 said:
PPEhero said:
My wife had tickets to take our daughter to the Ariana Grande concert that was attacked. She didn’t go as my daughter wasn’t well. I woke up in the morning to hundreds of missed calls and messages.
Will never forget the voicemail my boss left me at about midnight after he’d seen the news. My opinion on him and several other people completely changed that morning.
Wow, a lucky escape! Go on..... the boss.... opinion change for the better or worse? Will never forget the voicemail my boss left me at about midnight after he’d seen the news. My opinion on him and several other people completely changed that morning.
Edited by PPEhero on Wednesday 1st July 14:25
The one that still makes me cringe and shudder thinking about... 7 or so years ago changing the oil and filter on my car, on the driveway of my girlfriends parents house.
Screwed the filter on hand tight, changed the oil, took out the axle stand and let the jack down and tidied away.
Had blocked gf's dad in, and he wanted to go out. Went to move car 10 mins after finishing just as he got in his car to leave and running late, and saw a dribble of oil coming form under my car, where I clearly hadn't tightened the filter properly.
In a rush to move my car, and in the pissing rain, I whipped the cheapo trolley jack out and raised the car up enough to get under, and tighten the filter with the filter pliers quickly. Didn't bother with the axel stands....
Slid out, using the front bumper slightly as leverage (!!!) and crawled round to release the jack. I applied almost no pressure whatsoever to the release valve, which I also hadn't tightened properly in my haste, and the jack collapsed immediately.
My head was THAT close to being smashed like an egg between the sump and the driveway paving.
Silly silly idiot. Lesson learnt
Screwed the filter on hand tight, changed the oil, took out the axle stand and let the jack down and tidied away.
Had blocked gf's dad in, and he wanted to go out. Went to move car 10 mins after finishing just as he got in his car to leave and running late, and saw a dribble of oil coming form under my car, where I clearly hadn't tightened the filter properly.
In a rush to move my car, and in the pissing rain, I whipped the cheapo trolley jack out and raised the car up enough to get under, and tighten the filter with the filter pliers quickly. Didn't bother with the axel stands....
Slid out, using the front bumper slightly as leverage (!!!) and crawled round to release the jack. I applied almost no pressure whatsoever to the release valve, which I also hadn't tightened properly in my haste, and the jack collapsed immediately.
My head was THAT close to being smashed like an egg between the sump and the driveway paving.
Silly silly idiot. Lesson learnt
Rock climbing on a school trip back in the early nineties. Instructor at the top and teachers below, we had to clip ourselves into the safety rope. Clipped myself in and set off, not far from the top I got stuck and was clinging on with my finger tips. I decided I’d just let go and be lowered back down but just before I gave up the instructor was screaming not to give up as I was so close to the top.
Managed to scrabble to the top only to find I wasn’t clipped on at all and had I let go I would have fallen to my death. Instructor had noticed as I’d got close and only told me after I’d reached the top.
Managed to scrabble to the top only to find I wasn’t clipped on at all and had I let go I would have fallen to my death. Instructor had noticed as I’d got close and only told me after I’d reached the top.
AndyB180 said:
Rock climbing on a school trip back in the early nineties. Instructor at the top and teachers below, we had to clip ourselves into the safety rope. Clipped myself in and set off, not far from the top I got stuck and was clinging on with my finger tips. I decided I’d just let go and be lowered back down but just before I gave up the instructor was screaming not to give up as I was so close to the top.
Managed to scrabble to the top only to find I wasn’t clipped on at all and had I let go I would have fallen to my death. Instructor had noticed as I’d got close and only told me after I’d reached the top.
That is probably the most extreme 'do I tell him / don't I tell him' decision he's had to make! lolManaged to scrabble to the top only to find I wasn’t clipped on at all and had I let go I would have fallen to my death. Instructor had noticed as I’d got close and only told me after I’d reached the top.
Last summer, we spent 2 weeks driving round Ireland in the Noble - great fun, with no incidents at all. On the way back, got off the ferry and driving through Snowdonia, we were on an open moorland road. It was dry and the sun was shining - beautiful day. Speed limit was NSL, but I was only driving around 45-50 mph at the time as we’d passed a cattle grid, and there were sheep roaming around - several on the road. We were going uphill (no traffic on our side of the road), and a short line of maybe 6 cars came over the top of the rise and down towards us in the opposite direction.
Then all of a sudden a car appeared over the brow of the hill on our side of the road heading straight towards us travelling pretty quickly (I'd guess 70-80mph). He hadn’t seen our car and had decided he was going to overtake the line of traffic. As soon as I saw him, I hit the brakes hard, and waited for the (what seemed) inevitable impact. I had nowhere to go due to the traffic approaching and he was unable to pull over to his side of the road as he was by now alongside the line of traffic he was overtaking. He was also going way too fast to stop, so fortunately he turned right off the road and disappeared from sight through the heather, missing the front of our car by less than a metre.
The other cars stopped, and I got out to see tracks through the heather down the hill leading to a blue Toyota Prius maybe 60-70 yards away. One of the other vehicles that stopped was a Land Rover Defender, so he drove down the hill off-road, got a rope out and dragged the Prius back to the road (after having a right go at the Prius driver for driving like an idiot). To be fair, the Prius driver was both shaken and very apologetic, freely admitting it was his mistake and he just didn’t see us. As no-one was hurt, and just superficial damage to the Prius (and a lot of heather buried in the grille), we all then went on our way again. Mrs C n C was not happy at all that we had a further 40+ miles on country roads before we could get to a major road!
We are both convinced that a major factor in avoiding the collision was the fact that it was dry, the Noble has very good brakes and had warm (semi slick) tyres so stopped extremely quickly. If we’d have been driving our old Ford Fiesta, I’m sure there would have been a head-on collision. Anyway, made it to the motorway without further incident, and back home safely.
Then all of a sudden a car appeared over the brow of the hill on our side of the road heading straight towards us travelling pretty quickly (I'd guess 70-80mph). He hadn’t seen our car and had decided he was going to overtake the line of traffic. As soon as I saw him, I hit the brakes hard, and waited for the (what seemed) inevitable impact. I had nowhere to go due to the traffic approaching and he was unable to pull over to his side of the road as he was by now alongside the line of traffic he was overtaking. He was also going way too fast to stop, so fortunately he turned right off the road and disappeared from sight through the heather, missing the front of our car by less than a metre.
The other cars stopped, and I got out to see tracks through the heather down the hill leading to a blue Toyota Prius maybe 60-70 yards away. One of the other vehicles that stopped was a Land Rover Defender, so he drove down the hill off-road, got a rope out and dragged the Prius back to the road (after having a right go at the Prius driver for driving like an idiot). To be fair, the Prius driver was both shaken and very apologetic, freely admitting it was his mistake and he just didn’t see us. As no-one was hurt, and just superficial damage to the Prius (and a lot of heather buried in the grille), we all then went on our way again. Mrs C n C was not happy at all that we had a further 40+ miles on country roads before we could get to a major road!
We are both convinced that a major factor in avoiding the collision was the fact that it was dry, the Noble has very good brakes and had warm (semi slick) tyres so stopped extremely quickly. If we’d have been driving our old Ford Fiesta, I’m sure there would have been a head-on collision. Anyway, made it to the motorway without further incident, and back home safely.
My dad was delayed getting the tube to start his journey home decades ago. Worked at Midland Bank IIRC and went to Kings X for the train back to peterborough. Something delayed him that night (he can't remember what) and he missed his usual train. Which saved him from being roughly too bloody close/inside the escalator shaft the Kings X fire night. Apparently he got a taxi with others to an outlying station and went straight to the BR lines. He remembers that as sharp as anything
I think I'd been concieved by then too, which would have added to the grimness of it.
I think I'd been concieved by then too, which would have added to the grimness of it.
The near misses reminded me of my own on the 1065 from Brandon to Lakenheath main gates.
Coming back from a weekend at the then girlfriends parents in Norfolk with her in the passenger seat. We’d just come past the end of the runway heading towards the main gate when a driver on the other side of the road decided to over take the car in front of him. Combined closing speed must have been nigh on 120 mph.
Needlessly to say I hit the brakes, and so did the car being overtaken and the overtaker missed both of us by a couple of feet. I was considering taking evasive action and putting the car into the brush, which is also on a downwards bank, would have been a long shot at not rolling but more survivable than a head on crash!
I was slightly shaken up, the girlfriend was white as a sheet.
Coming back from a weekend at the then girlfriends parents in Norfolk with her in the passenger seat. We’d just come past the end of the runway heading towards the main gate when a driver on the other side of the road decided to over take the car in front of him. Combined closing speed must have been nigh on 120 mph.
Needlessly to say I hit the brakes, and so did the car being overtaken and the overtaker missed both of us by a couple of feet. I was considering taking evasive action and putting the car into the brush, which is also on a downwards bank, would have been a long shot at not rolling but more survivable than a head on crash!
I was slightly shaken up, the girlfriend was white as a sheet.
I've really enjoyed reading this thread, thanks all! The one about the rock climbing actually made me queasy though...
One I do recall is driving my 71 beetle to my then girlfriend's house. I had fitted twin dellorto 36s and remember actually seeing the petrol gauge moving as I got close to the junction for her road. I didn't think much of it (more annoyed that the mpg was getting worse) and drove up to her drive. Her dad was washing his car and she was on the drive waiting for me. I pulled up the road and reversed back onto the road outside her house and her dad came running up to me telling me to shut the engine off. There was petrol (then optimax) being pumped over the road.
He said he smelt the fuel as I drove down the road and could see it running down the rear wheel.
I opened the deck lid and the hose was hanging off the rhs carb. It had been pumping fuel over the inlet manifold, which on a flat 4,is right above the exhaust and has 2 ht leads plugged in either side!
It must have just happened and been running on the remains of the float chamber as I pulled up.
One I do recall is driving my 71 beetle to my then girlfriend's house. I had fitted twin dellorto 36s and remember actually seeing the petrol gauge moving as I got close to the junction for her road. I didn't think much of it (more annoyed that the mpg was getting worse) and drove up to her drive. Her dad was washing his car and she was on the drive waiting for me. I pulled up the road and reversed back onto the road outside her house and her dad came running up to me telling me to shut the engine off. There was petrol (then optimax) being pumped over the road.
He said he smelt the fuel as I drove down the road and could see it running down the rear wheel.
I opened the deck lid and the hose was hanging off the rhs carb. It had been pumping fuel over the inlet manifold, which on a flat 4,is right above the exhaust and has 2 ht leads plugged in either side!
It must have just happened and been running on the remains of the float chamber as I pulled up.
RSTurboPaul said:
AndyB180 said:
Rock climbing on a school trip back in the early nineties. Instructor at the top and teachers below, we had to clip ourselves into the safety rope. Clipped myself in and set off, not far from the top I got stuck and was clinging on with my finger tips. I decided I’d just let go and be lowered back down but just before I gave up the instructor was screaming not to give up as I was so close to the top.
Managed to scrabble to the top only to find I wasn’t clipped on at all and had I let go I would have fallen to my death. Instructor had noticed as I’d got close and only told me after I’d reached the top.
That is probably the most extreme 'do I tell him / don't I tell him' decision he's had to make! lolManaged to scrabble to the top only to find I wasn’t clipped on at all and had I let go I would have fallen to my death. Instructor had noticed as I’d got close and only told me after I’d reached the top.
I've got 2:-
On 19th August 1987 me and a school mate went to the outdoor pool in Hungerford whilst my Mum and Stepdad looked around the antique arcades.
We got out of the pool to get changed and another kid came into the changing room and said "a man's gone mad with a gun down the road"
Being young and reckless, we got changed quickly and ran down the road towards the "mad man", adults where shouting out of the windows of their homes for us to turn around, but we carried on.
Then we saw a load of police crouching behind a wall, then we heard gun shots fire over our heads......then we ran for our lives, scared stless.
Luckily we bumped into my parents walking up towards the pool to come and get us. We got back to the car as quickly as we could and left.
I remember it as if it was yesterday, what bloody morons we were.
RIP the 16 people he killed
Another one, when I was 17 I was dating a young lady called Karen and a load of us had been out for beers in town, we were then going onto a club around 7 miles away. The driver of the Astra GTE that I had been travelling in up until that point decided they would go ahead to the club and another friend in a Subaru estate would wait for me to walk my girlfriend home as she had to be at her weekend job early the next day.
We set off in the Subaru and as we passed a bend just before the club, there had been a crash. The white Astra was wrapped around a tree. My friend Beth who was in the back, where I would also have been sat, had broken her neck and died instantly.
We all went to the hospital and waited, hoping that we were wrong, but we weren't. A 17 year dead for no good reason, the driver was clearly showing off and driving too fast but he hadn't been drinking (to the best of my knowledge)
That could have been me with her.
I still visit her grave when I'm in the area, it's a terrible waste of life, she was an extrovert, larger than life character who was dating a school buddy.
The driver of the Astra drowned 5 years later when he had an epileptic fit in a gym Jacuzzi and nobody was around.
This is quite sobering typing it out.
On 19th August 1987 me and a school mate went to the outdoor pool in Hungerford whilst my Mum and Stepdad looked around the antique arcades.
We got out of the pool to get changed and another kid came into the changing room and said "a man's gone mad with a gun down the road"
Being young and reckless, we got changed quickly and ran down the road towards the "mad man", adults where shouting out of the windows of their homes for us to turn around, but we carried on.
Then we saw a load of police crouching behind a wall, then we heard gun shots fire over our heads......then we ran for our lives, scared s
tless.Luckily we bumped into my parents walking up towards the pool to come and get us. We got back to the car as quickly as we could and left.
I remember it as if it was yesterday, what bloody morons we were.
RIP the 16 people he killed
Another one, when I was 17 I was dating a young lady called Karen and a load of us had been out for beers in town, we were then going onto a club around 7 miles away. The driver of the Astra GTE that I had been travelling in up until that point decided they would go ahead to the club and another friend in a Subaru estate would wait for me to walk my girlfriend home as she had to be at her weekend job early the next day.
We set off in the Subaru and as we passed a bend just before the club, there had been a crash. The white Astra was wrapped around a tree. My friend Beth who was in the back, where I would also have been sat, had broken her neck and died instantly.
We all went to the hospital and waited, hoping that we were wrong, but we weren't. A 17 year dead for no good reason, the driver was clearly showing off and driving too fast but he hadn't been drinking (to the best of my knowledge)
That could have been me with her.
I still visit her grave when I'm in the area, it's a terrible waste of life, she was an extrovert, larger than life character who was dating a school buddy.
The driver of the Astra drowned 5 years later when he had an epileptic fit in a gym Jacuzzi and nobody was around.
This is quite sobering typing it out.
PopsandBangs said:
The one that still makes me cringe and shudder thinking about... 7 or so years ago changing the oil and filter on my car, on the driveway of my girlfriends parents house.
Screwed the filter on hand tight, changed the oil, took out the axle stand and let the jack down and tidied away.
Had blocked gf's dad in, and he wanted to go out. Went to move car 10 mins after finishing just as he got in his car to leave and running late, and saw a dribble of oil coming form under my car, where I clearly hadn't tightened the filter properly.
In a rush to move my car, and in the pissing rain, I whipped the cheapo trolley jack out and raised the car up enough to get under, and tighten the filter with the filter pliers quickly. Didn't bother with the axel stands....
Slid out, using the front bumper slightly as leverage (!!!) and crawled round to release the jack. I applied almost no pressure whatsoever to the release valve, which I also hadn't tightened properly in my haste, and the jack collapsed immediately.
My head was THAT close to being smashed like an egg between the sump and the driveway paving.
Silly silly idiot. Lesson learnt
As someone who regularly works on his own cars, that story has made me feel quite sick.Screwed the filter on hand tight, changed the oil, took out the axle stand and let the jack down and tidied away.
Had blocked gf's dad in, and he wanted to go out. Went to move car 10 mins after finishing just as he got in his car to leave and running late, and saw a dribble of oil coming form under my car, where I clearly hadn't tightened the filter properly.
In a rush to move my car, and in the pissing rain, I whipped the cheapo trolley jack out and raised the car up enough to get under, and tighten the filter with the filter pliers quickly. Didn't bother with the axel stands....
Slid out, using the front bumper slightly as leverage (!!!) and crawled round to release the jack. I applied almost no pressure whatsoever to the release valve, which I also hadn't tightened properly in my haste, and the jack collapsed immediately.
My head was THAT close to being smashed like an egg between the sump and the driveway paving.
Silly silly idiot. Lesson learnt
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