Sniper
Canadian Rust Bucket
It's one of those deals, where years later I can laugh at myself. But if it happened to someone else, I could have laughed right away, like everybody else did!!
I was in my teens when was working at a farm equipment dealership. And being the youngest employee, also known as the low man on the totempole. I got all the choice jobs no one else wanted or would do. Fix manure spreaders, powerwash equipment, and change tractor tires, load them with calcium, to name a few. The only problem with tires, I got to be pretty good at it, so I got to do them all. I had a short handled sledge, with a 2 1/2 lb head that came in handy for knocking the last part of the bead over the edge of the rim. It got so when I was carting this hammer around with me, I developed a habit of giving the rear tractor tires a good swat with it. Being loaded with calcium and water they were pretty dead with no rebound. One day, a truck arrived with three new tractors on it. Now, new tractors are shipped with out any fluid in the tires, just air. Normally tractor tires had around 10 to 12 lbs. pressure, but when shipped they puffed them up to 20 lbs. While walking along side of the trailer and with no hesitation, I gave it a real good swat. Before you can say Whhaap-Bonk I had clubbed myself in the side of the noggin. Right at first, there was a sparkly little light show, then my knees buckled, and my legs turned to rubber. I grabbed the edge of the trailer to keep from going into a heap, and the whole time thinking, "Jeez, I hope nobody saw this". But they did. I knew right away it was witnessed when I heard, "What the hell are you doin?!!" I had a knot growing on my head that was making my hat tight. By now I'm thinking, I hope this whack to the skull kills me, cause if not, I'm going to die from embarrassment. Well, neither the bop on the bean, nor the ribbing I took killed me. That was over 40 years ago and I've learned to laugh at myself.... when the pain subsides. But to add insult to injury, I had a birthday a couple of weeks after this, and the guys in the shop bought me a rubber mallet with a red ribbon on the handle. Go ahead laugh, I'am. Sniper
I was in my teens when was working at a farm equipment dealership. And being the youngest employee, also known as the low man on the totempole. I got all the choice jobs no one else wanted or would do. Fix manure spreaders, powerwash equipment, and change tractor tires, load them with calcium, to name a few. The only problem with tires, I got to be pretty good at it, so I got to do them all. I had a short handled sledge, with a 2 1/2 lb head that came in handy for knocking the last part of the bead over the edge of the rim. It got so when I was carting this hammer around with me, I developed a habit of giving the rear tractor tires a good swat with it. Being loaded with calcium and water they were pretty dead with no rebound. One day, a truck arrived with three new tractors on it. Now, new tractors are shipped with out any fluid in the tires, just air. Normally tractor tires had around 10 to 12 lbs. pressure, but when shipped they puffed them up to 20 lbs. While walking along side of the trailer and with no hesitation, I gave it a real good swat. Before you can say Whhaap-Bonk I had clubbed myself in the side of the noggin. Right at first, there was a sparkly little light show, then my knees buckled, and my legs turned to rubber. I grabbed the edge of the trailer to keep from going into a heap, and the whole time thinking, "Jeez, I hope nobody saw this". But they did. I knew right away it was witnessed when I heard, "What the hell are you doin?!!" I had a knot growing on my head that was making my hat tight. By now I'm thinking, I hope this whack to the skull kills me, cause if not, I'm going to die from embarrassment. Well, neither the bop on the bean, nor the ribbing I took killed me. That was over 40 years ago and I've learned to laugh at myself.... when the pain subsides. But to add insult to injury, I had a birthday a couple of weeks after this, and the guys in the shop bought me a rubber mallet with a red ribbon on the handle. Go ahead laugh, I'am. Sniper