Stupid Things done while working on a 914., C'mon..... Fess Up! Options

[ClayPerrine]

There was a request for a thread on stupid stuff done while working on a 914.

I will start......


I had my six up on my lift working on the rear suspension. I remember looking at the clock and it was about 6:50pm. I stood up to do something (I can't remember what now) and the next thing I know, I am sitting on the floor and my head hurts. I touch my head and I am bleeding. (IMG:http://www.914world.com/bbs2/html/emoticons/ohmy.gif) Seems I raised up under one of the rack arms and cracked my head open. I look at the clock and it shows 7:55 PM. (IMG:http://www.914world.com/bbs2/html/emoticons/dry.gif)

At that point, I decided to call it a night.


When I told Betty about it, she had a fit! (IMG:http://www.914world.com/bbs2/html/emoticons/mad.gif) Her response was "What if you had been holding a cutting torch!!!". Now she insists on checking on me every so often when I am in the garage and it gets quiet for a long time. (IMG:http://www.914world.com/bbs2/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif)

Ok... Who's next?

[dan10101]

Since wrenching for over 30 years, I have quite a few. But, most I've wiped out of my mind. It's great to have short term memory.

One I carry around with me...
I was working for Goodyear. Finally ordered Rivera Wheels to go on our 71 914. They were polished and looked great. I put either 195 or 205 50 15 Goodyears on it. The back tires were a very tight fit. (more on this coming soon). I had it up in the air and was trimming the inside of the fender lip so they wouldn't rub. But up in the air I couldn't tell how much space I had. So I put a floor jack under the the LR arm and raised it up into the fenderwell. I was clearing just enough so that it would trim the lettering off the outside of the tire, but not enough to cut into the tire itself. Then I had the bright idea of spinning the tire to make sure it would clear. Suddenly the tire stopped. I had a finder jammed inbetween the top of the fender and the tire. After I got over the shock of what I did, I spun the tire back the other way and freed my bloody didget. Work backed up that day as someone had to drive me to the Dr to get stiches. The boss said I was white and wouldn't let me drive. At least the tires didn't rub as long as I kept my fingers out of the way.