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I posted a day or so ago about visiting my local dealer to pick up a "Free" engine. I then digressed about a Scotts tractor they had... Well, let me finish the engine story.
I got several engines free from the dealer and needed to pick up the last one. I backed up the BMW in the adjacent parking lot, walked up the trail and over the cable fence to where the engine was at. I picked up the engine, stepped over the cable and walked down the slight slope to the car. As I was starting to lean down to set the motor on the ground so I could open the trunk, my foot caught on a string of Ivy that grows around the trail.
The forward motion made me lose my balance and I crunched the engine into the tail light lens. I then bounced off it and fell towards the parking lot asphalt. As I did so, I hung up my right forearm on a bracket or something on the engine as I fell. RIPPPP! I then landed spread eagle scraping various parts of my leg and arm.
Damn! I hope I didn't crack anything on the engine, was my first thought...of course. Next was..Crap I broke the lens on the BMW! $$$$
Oh yeah, what's all this red on my new jeans....
Well I finally saw the 3 inch gaping gash in my arm, immediately squeezed it together and went inside the dealership. The guys were...shocked, but immediately bandaged it up and called 911. (The ER was about 25 minutes away and I thought they might give me some pain medicine so I didn't want to drive myself.) I also had them put the engine in the trunk (priority, man) and lock the car.
Got to the ER... an hour or so passed while they deadened around the wound, cleaned it and waited for the Doc. It was a 3 pee wait before he came and sewed me up. By then I could feel the pain in my rib area. Off for x-rays...all OK but bruised pretty hard. Got my prescription for Vicodin and called a cab. I got back to my car at 6:30pm. I went to the ER at 2:30pm. Got in the car and saw the groceries I had picked up before stopping off at the dealer. Milk, fresh veggies, stuff like that. Luckily they were still "cool".
Anyway, got home, popped a Vicodin and enjoyed the rest of the evening. The arm doesn't hurt but the rib is damn sore. Hard to get up and down and sleep.
I remembered I had taken the deck off of the 170 to put the blade on and the Craftsman's deck is still in the garage. Grass needs mowing so I guess I'll have to pay the kid next door.
Let's see: Ambulance to ER. ER services. Prescription drugs. Cab fare back. Lawn mower service. Dang!! That engine ain't free no more!
And now you know....the rest of the story!
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v165/kgregc/Armstitched.jpg>
Life's a bitch, ain't it Paul.
Greg
I got several engines free from the dealer and needed to pick up the last one. I backed up the BMW in the adjacent parking lot, walked up the trail and over the cable fence to where the engine was at. I picked up the engine, stepped over the cable and walked down the slight slope to the car. As I was starting to lean down to set the motor on the ground so I could open the trunk, my foot caught on a string of Ivy that grows around the trail.
The forward motion made me lose my balance and I crunched the engine into the tail light lens. I then bounced off it and fell towards the parking lot asphalt. As I did so, I hung up my right forearm on a bracket or something on the engine as I fell. RIPPPP! I then landed spread eagle scraping various parts of my leg and arm.
Damn! I hope I didn't crack anything on the engine, was my first thought...of course. Next was..Crap I broke the lens on the BMW! $$$$
Oh yeah, what's all this red on my new jeans....
Well I finally saw the 3 inch gaping gash in my arm, immediately squeezed it together and went inside the dealership. The guys were...shocked, but immediately bandaged it up and called 911. (The ER was about 25 minutes away and I thought they might give me some pain medicine so I didn't want to drive myself.) I also had them put the engine in the trunk (priority, man) and lock the car.
Got to the ER... an hour or so passed while they deadened around the wound, cleaned it and waited for the Doc. It was a 3 pee wait before he came and sewed me up. By then I could feel the pain in my rib area. Off for x-rays...all OK but bruised pretty hard. Got my prescription for Vicodin and called a cab. I got back to my car at 6:30pm. I went to the ER at 2:30pm. Got in the car and saw the groceries I had picked up before stopping off at the dealer. Milk, fresh veggies, stuff like that. Luckily they were still "cool".
Anyway, got home, popped a Vicodin and enjoyed the rest of the evening. The arm doesn't hurt but the rib is damn sore. Hard to get up and down and sleep.
I remembered I had taken the deck off of the 170 to put the blade on and the Craftsman's deck is still in the garage. Grass needs mowing so I guess I'll have to pay the kid next door.
Let's see: Ambulance to ER. ER services. Prescription drugs. Cab fare back. Lawn mower service. Dang!! That engine ain't free no more!
And now you know....the rest of the story!
<img src=http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v165/kgregc/Armstitched.jpg>
Life's a bitch, ain't it Paul.
Greg