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Mike Raiford <"m[raiford]!at"@gmail.com> wrote:
> scott wrote:
>
> > The funniest part of often switching sides is when you get in the
> > passenger side by mistake, or hit your hand into the door while trying
> > to reach for the gear stick :-) Not so funny when you pull into the
> > path of an oncoming truck by mistake...
>
> I don't think I'd fare well in right hand drive manual transmission car.
>
Once when I was trying to teach my wife to drive (failed) I was sitting in the
snapped the gear stick off at the base then had to drive home in second. Last
Stephen
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Stephen wrote:
> Once when I was trying to teach my wife to drive (failed) I was sitting in the
> snapped the gear stick off at the base then had to drive home in second. Last
Ouch... I didn't think that was possible, unless the gear selector was
either rusted through or made of cheap plastic....
--
~Mike
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Stephen wrote:
> Once when I was trying to teach my wife to drive (failed) I was sitting in the
> snapped the gear stick off at the base then had to drive home in second. Last
My mum snapped the brake lever off one time... She we at the front of a
line of traffic, and when the lights turned green, the ripped the brake
lever off. The bus in front started honking at her, until she got out of
the *cough* Ford Anglia still holding the brake lever in her hand.
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Invisible wrote:
> My mum snapped the brake lever off one time... She we at the front of a
> line of traffic, and when the lights turned green, the ripped the brake
> lever off. The bus in front started honking at her, until she got out of
> the *cough* Ford Anglia still holding the brake lever in her hand.
Wow, you should compile a list of whacky things you mom has done
accidentally, :) This, and nailing your hand to a board should be at the
top of the list.
--
~Mike
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>> My mum snapped the brake lever off one time... She we at the front of
>> a line of traffic, and when the lights turned green, the ripped the
>> brake lever off. The bus in front started honking at her, until she
>> got out of the *cough* Ford Anglia still holding the brake lever in
>> her hand.
>
> Wow, you should compile a list of whacky things you mom has done
> accidentally, :) This, and nailing your hand to a board should be at the
> top of the list.
She didn't nail it, she screwed it. <Insert joke here.>
At the bottom of such a list we would have things such as
- Coming out of Tesco with two trolleys because the stuff wouldn't fit
into one... even though only two people live in our house??
maximum number of plants possible... Even though our garden is small,
plants have the capacity to COPY THEMSELVES FOR FREE, and, best of all,
she then didn't bother to plant any of them so the ENTIRE lot died. Good
- Whining that my sister never calls her, and then spending 35 minutes
telling her off for not calling her when she eventually does call.
(Wanna take a guess why she never calls? I mean, aside from the fact
that IN REALITY she calls far more than any sane person would think is
necessary...)
Somewhere near the top I guess, we'd have
- Ripping the hand brake off of a car. (It WAS a Ford Anglia though, so
I guess that explains it.)
- Screwing her children to a piece of wood. (And then putting the drill
into hammar action rather than reverse while attempting to free them.
[And then freeing only one of them, while leaving the other one to free
himself.])
- Accidentally amputating her fingernail with a vegatable slicer due to
not bothering to use the supplied safety guard. (ARE YOU MENTAL??)
- Accidentally drilling through her arm with a power drill and spending
6 months incapacitated as a result.
- Spending 7 hours looking for her car keys when they were, in fact, in
the door of the car.
You know, this list could be *really* long...
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Mike Raiford <"m[raiford]!at"@gmail.com> wrote:
> Stephen wrote:
>
> > Once when I was trying to teach my wife to drive (failed) I was sitting in the
> > snapped the gear stick off at the base then had to drive home in second. Last
>
> Ouch... I didn't think that was possible, unless the gear selector was
> either rusted through or made of cheap plastic....
>
It was an old car (a Hillman Imp IIRC) and it was the last drive it ever took.
The sheared end looked like cast aluminium, again IIRC. It did come as a
surprise to me when it broke a good job we were not on a public road.
Stephen
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Invisible wrote:
> Every time Benny drives us round Switzerland, each time we arrive at a
> roundabout I'm like "WTF are you doing OMG WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE!! Oh,
> wait... nevermind, carry on..."
I was like that in Africa. I called shotgun once, and then after that I said
"fk'it, I'll sit in back, thanks."
--
Darren New, San Diego CA, USA (PST)
Insanity is a small city on the western
border of the State of Mind.
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Chambers <bdc### [at] yahoo com> wrote:
> Warp <war### [at] tagpovrayorg> wrote:
> > Chambers <bdc### [at] yahoocom> wrote:
> > > and the lady took off without leaving her contact information.
> >
> > Isn't that exactly what license plates are for?
> They are, if you manage to write them down. Unfortunately, in this case I
> didn't.
Did you *see* the license the plate?
I hate to sound like a jerk here, but if I had been in the situation and
seen the license plate, I would have used whatever means I could ever imagine
to memorize it.
--
- Warp
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>> > Once when I was trying to teach my wife to drive (failed) I was sitting
>> > in the
>> > passenger's seat and tried to change gear for her. Using my right hand
>> > I
>> > snapped the gear stick off at the base then had to drive home in
>> > second. Last
>> > time I'll do it, last time she'd let me.
>>
>> Ouch... I didn't think that was possible, unless the gear selector was
>> either rusted through or made of cheap plastic....
>>
>
> It was an old car (a Hillman Imp IIRC) and it was the last drive it ever
> took.
> The sheared end looked like cast aluminium, again IIRC. It did come as a
> surprise to me when it broke a good job we were not on a public road.
When I was young my parents had a Hillman, the lug bolts holding
the wheels on tended to snap off in a similar manner. I think it was
low quality pot-metal iron instead of steel. I bet the shifter was the
same pot-metal.
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Warp <war### [at] tagpovrayorg> wrote:
> I hate to sound like a jerk here, but if I had been in the situation and
> seen the license plate, I would have used whatever means I could ever imagine
> to memorize it.
I (think I) know you well enough to know that you really do hate sounding like a
jerk :)
Anyway, if you had been in the situation, you would probably be as shook up as I
was at the time.
Here's a more detailed account of what happened:
I was riding on the left-hand shoulder of a busy two-lane road. I know, you're
supposed to ride on the right, and I do most of the time. This is one of the
times I didn't, mostly because I was going to turn left soon and, this being a
busy road, I had crossed when a good opportunity presented itself. If you put
off crossing until you have to, then you tend to wait quite a while.
I approached the intersection, and saw that I had a green light, with cars
stopped at the intersecting road waiting for their light to turn green.
I started across the intersection, and the woman who was stopped tried to take a
"free" right turn without checking if anyone was coming from my direction. She
was watching oncoming traffic, which came from the left. Even so, she should
have checked if anyone was crossing from the other side before she hit the gas.
She looked up in time to see me thrown from my bike, and hit the brakes. I
picked myself up almost immediately, cursing at her, and pacing back and forth
because my legs hurt like a b*tch.
She asked if I was OK, and I said I thought I was just bruised. I apologized
for cursing, saying it was just because my legs hurt. She started babbling
about being sorry, and how she was late for work, etc. I picked up my bike,
and carried it out of the street. When I looked back at the street, the lady
was gone - she must have taken off when I was carrying my bike out of the road.
Since my legs hurt, I pulled up my pant legs, and noticed that I hard a large
gash in one leg. It looked bad enough for stitches, so I called emergency. A
fire truck and a police car showed up. The firemen wrapped my leg, and told me
to get it stitched (though it wasn't urgent enough to go to a hospital if I
didn't want to). Since my bike was busted, I chained it to a lightpole, and
the cop gave me a ride to my physician's office, where I got 7 stitches (2
internal, 5 external).
All in all, it's not how I would have preferred to start my Monday.
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