They changed the programming here too and after more than 5000lbs is added to a tank the agitator will come on. But the display makes it look like you have just turned it off manually...so we still manually turn the things on to be sure.
oh sh*t moments
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They changed the programming here too and after more than 5000lbs is added to a tank the agitator will come on. But the display makes it look like you have just turned it off manually...so we still manually turn the things on to be sure.
jakemac
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In the mid 90's, I was building a gallows for a TV documentary at a Living History Museum. The job was cursed. I was working alone, after hours, with no-one to call for help. The job was to convert a saw pit, with a log frame, into a platform with stairs.
The first "oh sh*t" was while laying the rough cut 2x12's for the deck. I laid them all out on the top of the frame and climbed up to nail them in. The planks were various lengths and hung out off the frame to be cut off later. (don't get ahead of me, I'll get to it) I nailed the first two planks down and stepped back onto the 4th plank to start nailing the 3rd plank. (here it comes, you guessed it) Without realizing it, I had stepped outside of the frame and the plank I was on flipped up. I fell 6', sideways, onto hard gravel, knocked the wind out of myself, whacked my head, and blacked out. The last thing I saw was the plank plant itself next to me and flip over, just missing me.
The next day was the 2nd "oh sh*t" moment. I had just built and installed the stairs. Now I had to distress and age the new wood, so I could paint and stain the next day. It was late and I was running out of light, so I had to work fast. To distress the wood, I was using an 4" angle grinder with a wood carving blade (a disk with a chainsaw blade on the edge. (wait for it) To get the blade to fit, I had to remove the safety guard. After working for 30min, I realized that my hand on the side handle was fairly close to the bare blade. (not yet) This was dangerous (no sh*t!), I thought. So I figured that I'd better put on some work gloves. I turned off the grinder, took my hand off the side handle, (now you can cringe) and put my finger into the still spinning blade, taking the tip off nearly to the bone.
I was on a deadline, so I grabbed a roll of paper towels, kept pressure on it, and finished the job one handed, while trying VERY hard not to pass out. I never went to the doctor about it, I just took care of it myself. When I got home, with a ****** wad of towels in my hand, my family just rolled their eyes and went back to watching TV. For the next 8 months I would get teased about the big wad of duct tape on my finger, until the tip grew back.
The first "oh sh*t" was while laying the rough cut 2x12's for the deck. I laid them all out on the top of the frame and climbed up to nail them in. The planks were various lengths and hung out off the frame to be cut off later. (don't get ahead of me, I'll get to it) I nailed the first two planks down and stepped back onto the 4th plank to start nailing the 3rd plank. (here it comes, you guessed it) Without realizing it, I had stepped outside of the frame and the plank I was on flipped up. I fell 6', sideways, onto hard gravel, knocked the wind out of myself, whacked my head, and blacked out. The last thing I saw was the plank plant itself next to me and flip over, just missing me.
The next day was the 2nd "oh sh*t" moment. I had just built and installed the stairs. Now I had to distress and age the new wood, so I could paint and stain the next day. It was late and I was running out of light, so I had to work fast. To distress the wood, I was using an 4" angle grinder with a wood carving blade (a disk with a chainsaw blade on the edge. (wait for it) To get the blade to fit, I had to remove the safety guard. After working for 30min, I realized that my hand on the side handle was fairly close to the bare blade. (not yet) This was dangerous (no sh*t!), I thought. So I figured that I'd better put on some work gloves. I turned off the grinder, took my hand off the side handle, (now you can cringe) and put my finger into the still spinning blade, taking the tip off nearly to the bone.
I was on a deadline, so I grabbed a roll of paper towels, kept pressure on it, and finished the job one handed, while trying VERY hard not to pass out. I never went to the doctor about it, I just took care of it myself. When I got home, with a ****** wad of towels in my hand, my family just rolled their eyes and went back to watching TV. For the next 8 months I would get teased about the big wad of duct tape on my finger, until the tip grew back.
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wellpoison
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Sprayed sulfuric acid all over myself once. That was fun. Luckily it was winter and I was wearing multiple layers. Top two shirts instantly turned to Swiss cheese. But the third stopped it long enough that I could get my contaminated clothes off. I only have small scars on my forearms from it. I gained a ton of respect for the stuff after that day.
Dave in Mass
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Similar to this....2002, Left my new Sportster rumbling at low idle on the kickstand facing uphill on a pretty steep driveway...Lake house, whole extended family staying there (Great reason to bring a bike to get away during the days)... Went back to the deck to say goodbye or get my helmet or something, and looked back to see my bike slowly rolling backwards down the hill until it got sideways enough to fall over on the "High side". Tank scratched and broke both directionals off while the whole family watched. Rode the 3 hours home a few days later cursing my self for the whole 150 miles.....
In high school was helping dad with wheat harvest and we had borrowed the neighbor's wheat truck with a lift (ie old Ford single axle that held maybe 150 to 200 bushel). This was big deal as we were piddly operation with 14 ft header combine (no cab) and around 80 acres that were always just hauled with pickup trucks to the nearby elevator - - ie about 50 to 70 bushels at a time in pickup. It was pretty cool hauling wheat in the pickups and small elevator had lift system that picked up front of pickup to empty the wheat in elevator.
Anyway, I had only seen how to run the "big" Ford wheat truck lift once (ie when neighbor brought over the truck), so I was nervous that I'd know what to do with lift. Thus, I was practicing running the lift a couple times and about had hang of it. However, one last "practice" of lifting bed was AFTER dad had dumped a load of about 80 bushels of wheat !! I had the pleasure of shoveling back into wheat truck that wheat that spilled on ground, and it was about 95 degrees that day !!
Never made that mistake again, and in fact became main wheat truck driver and liked shifting the high-low axle on that old Ford.
Anyway, I had only seen how to run the "big" Ford wheat truck lift once (ie when neighbor brought over the truck), so I was nervous that I'd know what to do with lift. Thus, I was practicing running the lift a couple times and about had hang of it. However, one last "practice" of lifting bed was AFTER dad had dumped a load of about 80 bushels of wheat !! I had the pleasure of shoveling back into wheat truck that wheat that spilled on ground, and it was about 95 degrees that day !!
Never made that mistake again, and in fact became main wheat truck driver and liked shifting the high-low axle on that old Ford.
RalphInCA
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The guy was not exactly a student pilot on his first solo, and he had pretty experienced help...
"Lee had 9,700 hours of experience flying other jetliners — the Airbus A320 and the Boeing 737 and 747, Asiana said. The co-pilot had more than 3,000 hours on the 777, a twin-engine, wide-body jet, the airline said."
Shortly after I soloed I was doing touch and go practice landings in a VERY tired old Cessna 150 (barely could make pattern altitude). I did a major fubar landing, forgot to go to full flaps, and generally kind of panicked. Not sure I was totally stalled, but rate of descent at at about 30 feet in the air got too high about the same time I realized the flaps weren't full. I hit the flaps switch and pulled back sharply on the wheel just as the wheels hit so I bounced about 25 feet in the air with zero air speed and more than a little sideways. heck of a view looking out the side window at the ground.
Pushed the throttle all the way in, got the nose just below neutral down and for no good reason didn't hit the ground, just VERY wobbly floated down the runway about 10 feet in the air slowly gaining air speed. Made two good passes after that, then sat in the lounge about half a hour before I was ready to drive home. This is my second worse experience.
Ever wonder how you survived being a teenager?
Pushed the throttle all the way in, got the nose just below neutral down and for no good reason didn't hit the ground, just VERY wobbly floated down the runway about 10 feet in the air slowly gaining air speed. Made two good passes after that, then sat in the lounge about half a hour before I was ready to drive home. This is my second worse experience.
Ever wonder how you survived being a teenager?
My FIL worked on the high bridge between San Pedro and Terminal island here in SoCal. They used a cage to transport crews back and forth between the ground and the bridge operated by one of the big cranes. Crew goes up and one of the guys realized he left something back on the ground so he stays in the cage. Crane operator doesn't see anybody get into the cage so he lets it freewheel back to the ground. Guy gets out of the cage and he is shaking so bad he can't stand up, got the rest of the day off. Crane operator felt really bad about it too.
Farmall 1066
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Put a ring gear and pinion in an old MF 85 tractor. Got pulled off the job several times to run service calls and ended up installing the diff carrier backwards. Lots of reverse speeds, and only one forward.
Brought a 440 Bobcat in the shop to resurrect, after a dunk in a hog manure pit. It had been submerged for about 10 hours. Never figured it would start, but fired right up when I hit the key, spraying hot hog **** all over the bosses new Explorer!
Had an old 371 Bobcat, trade in, that had been sitting outside for years, everything rusted up and sticking. Was told to just get it running, and park it in the line out front. I did so, and was driving it out, standing in the bucket, running the levers from in front. I'm 6'7" and don't fit in them! Bucket was dragging, so reached in, hit the wrong pedal, and raised the booms! Pedal sticks, and raises me all the way up.....steering levers stuck too, so traveling half speed backward too! Had to climb down onto the cage, and yank the coil wire!
Brought a 440 Bobcat in the shop to resurrect, after a dunk in a hog manure pit. It had been submerged for about 10 hours. Never figured it would start, but fired right up when I hit the key, spraying hot hog **** all over the bosses new Explorer!
Had an old 371 Bobcat, trade in, that had been sitting outside for years, everything rusted up and sticking. Was told to just get it running, and park it in the line out front. I did so, and was driving it out, standing in the bucket, running the levers from in front. I'm 6'7" and don't fit in them! Bucket was dragging, so reached in, hit the wrong pedal, and raised the booms! Pedal sticks, and raises me all the way up.....steering levers stuck too, so traveling half speed backward too! Had to climb down onto the cage, and yank the coil wire!
3xpendable
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Preacher form one on the biggest churches around town comes to pick up his diesel pusher motor home. I have been back to work in the RV word maybe a month. Service Forman is at lunch so lady up front asks me to pull it around for him. No problem I got this I think to my self as a I walk down. Unlock it jump in fire it up wait for airbags to stop dinging at me push drive and off I go! I look in mirror just in time to see a compartment door fling open at this point my heart jumps into my throat. I jump out run around back and see the shore power cord was plugged in a I snatched the transfer switch off the compartment wall. Oh ****! Ok calm down no big deal compartment door is ok cord is ok just need to screw the switch back. I tell my self to stop at back of shop and fix but decide to drive around front because its closer to my box. Bam! There he is standing waiting for me to hand it over I then have to tell him I have to fix it and he stands over my shoulder the entire time. He is very cool about it and after I'm done he happily drives off. I go back to work and tell the Forman what I had done when he gets back and we go on with our day. About two hours later the wash rack guy comes hauling *** up from the dumpster screaming about all this water spaying at the back corner and how the lot is flooded with water. Forman runs and shuts water down to the entire lot. The cord on the motor home pulled the 4x4 post the plug and spigot was attached to out of the ground before unplugging itself snapped the water line off about two feet down. Me and him stayed after hours the next night and plumbed it back up. I walk around every unit before I move them now.
"Make sure you unplug it" comes shorty after I'm told to move something from all the guys around the shop
"Make sure you unplug it" comes shorty after I'm told to move something from all the guys around the shop