What a freaking day it’s been. Today has been my first attempt at spinning wrenches in honest effort on the rollover Explorer that was drug home as an engine donor for the Great Pumpkin Mustang, and that ode to 1990s soccer mom-mobiles has decided to turn into a bitch. The total count for the day: three scraped knuckles and one that I actually bashed open, a quick bout of rust particles in the eye (and yes, I was wearing safety glasses), an arm that, simply put, got straight-up mangled by what is left of the windshield during my attempt at removing the mess of glass from the frame, a good bruise on the inside of my leg from where the pry-bar let go as I was trying to force one of the bashed-in doors open, and absolutely nothing to show for my efforts except a half-removed front fender and plenty of simmering anger. And blood…a good amount of blood, too.
If you spin wrenches, no matter if it’s for fun or for work, sooner or later an injury is going to occur, no matter how slight. It’s just the nature of the beast: glass, metal, and force sooner or later equals expletives, Bacitracin and some kind of bandage. The Explorer may have fought hard, but it’s not the worst I’ve endured…the C4 transmission falling out of a Ford Granada and onto my sternum takes that cake. I’ve bloodied my knuckles before, but I wasn’t like a friend of the family who wound up with a broken arm when a spring that still under load became an uncontrolled projectile during what was, honestly, a very sketchy lowering job. I’ve got scars on both arms to the knuckles from random screw-ups. I’ve had U-joint clips spring out and stick into my face. I’ve even had the misfortune to be underneath a car when a jackstand failed…if I had been an adult and not a 13-year-old beanpole, I would’ve been in a serious world of hurt.
So what’s your best injury story from the garage? Did you crush a finger while doing an engine swap? Shock the crap out of yourself while doing power-on checks? Have a wrench slip and crack yourself in the face? We’ve all been there, at the end of the day, with the cold drink and the electrical-tape bandage on, so share your best stories!