I was looking for several things (parts) out in the shop this morning. Wife off working - me here alone - save for our parrots, of course.
Having found a brake drum I was looking for, I grabbed a measureing tape to check it's outermost dimensions. Tape in hand, I start back towards where the drum lie waiting. Stuff all over the floor, I step gingerly to avoid slipping on something as I go.
What I didn't expect was for an idle engine stand to snag the lower pocket on the carpenter's shorts I had on. With my weight perilously committed to debris avoidance, the unexpected and unyielding intervention of the engine stand's finger was all it took to pull me off balance and backwards into various boxes, pans and piles of this that and the other.
Hands groping to break my tumble, the right one instinctively grasps the first solid thing it clutches - the upright of the engine stand. This causes to stand to rear up on it's main wheels and whack me in the back. It's intriguing to recall my thoughts as I was going down: "Oh sh*t, this is gonna hurt!" while my hands and the rest of me instinctively did what they do while one's falling.
Amazingly, it didn't really hurt! I did see stars for a moment, but once I took inventory, I had one tiny scratch on my thumb - didn't even bleed.
Having found a brake drum I was looking for, I grabbed a measureing tape to check it's outermost dimensions. Tape in hand, I start back towards where the drum lie waiting. Stuff all over the floor, I step gingerly to avoid slipping on something as I go.
What I didn't expect was for an idle engine stand to snag the lower pocket on the carpenter's shorts I had on. With my weight perilously committed to debris avoidance, the unexpected and unyielding intervention of the engine stand's finger was all it took to pull me off balance and backwards into various boxes, pans and piles of this that and the other.
Hands groping to break my tumble, the right one instinctively grasps the first solid thing it clutches - the upright of the engine stand. This causes to stand to rear up on it's main wheels and whack me in the back. It's intriguing to recall my thoughts as I was going down: "Oh sh*t, this is gonna hurt!" while my hands and the rest of me instinctively did what they do while one's falling.
Amazingly, it didn't really hurt! I did see stars for a moment, but once I took inventory, I had one tiny scratch on my thumb - didn't even bleed.
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