The Jalopy Journal
Discussion in 'The Hokey Ass Message Board' started by willys36, Sep 3, 2020.
Rookies... wait till you pour paint in the gun without putting the needle back in.
I'm 75 and got my second heart valve replacement last week. I live in the country and can pee from the porch, in the yard, in the driveway, any where along the 2 mile dirt road to get here. My DNA is thus widely scattered. Sometimes I even get my zipper down. That is my next personal restoration project. I was going to get my hearing fixed next but I don't want to hear people talking about my wet pants.
Whenever I find my self in a room and I don't remember why I'm there I just start putting things away and organizing stuff. That works well as long as I'm not at someone else's house.
@willys36 , how many layers of what weight matte/ cloth did you use making your shroud ?
I have a wonderfully snappy response to your post, but first I need to step away for an hour or so to try and find my glasses...
around 20 years ago , I sprayed por15 under a big dump truck .Next day I got up and climbed under and checked how it was looking and saw a couple places that needed to be touched up , got out my sprayer , crawled under and hit a few spots , thought something was not right , then I realized I forgot to put my mask on. I swear I coughed for 2 days over just a few seconds of spray.
Im 62 and still doing my electrical work. Many times I go out to the truck to get a part and forget what it was, I root around until it comes to me and proceed looking like a good electrician.. LOL
I do stay concerned about getting knocked on my a$$, that $hit don't play, especially with salty skin...
I'm glad that searching for misplaced stuff in the basement is offset by the discoveries of stuff I forgot I had. List them right away on eBay so it never happens again. Bob
If you haven't forgotten where I put the list.
I used to open a beer and then forget where I set it down. Had heart surgery so I no longer drink, problem solved. Now if I can find one of my many pairs of cheater glasses, I can look for my water bottle, work for a few minutes and then try to remember where I left my cane..
I'm totally fine, I was never valuable to society in the first place.
I see there are many things we share as a group..not just Hot Rods.
Surprised nobody hasn't brought up the dropsies, for no apparent reason I seem at time to just release pressure on what I'm holding and to the floor it goes, most of the time to that black hole in the shop, not to be seen again, until I do find it later searching for something else, only to wonder what it was for.
I can relate to this one for sure!
Yep, I keep the magnet on a stick handy cause I know there's gonna be a nut, bolt, washer or something hit the floor.
Holy shit! That's a relief. I thought it was just me that dropped stuff.
You guys are absolutely cracking me up this morning.
Started my day out real good.
I've been sandblasting the inside of the indoor swimming pool. It's kinda like being IN the sandblasting booth. I'm taking precautions... windows open, exhaust fan, mask, goggles, hood, etc. I do a section, then get the hell out of there and let it air out.
There have been a couple times I've forgotten to put my mask on before I started. LUUUUUV the smell of pulverized glass in the morning.
Okay... everybody have a good day trying to kill themselves!
I've spent half my life looking for the tool I just set down...and it's getting worse And everything I drop nowadays, seems to end up under something, requiring me to get on my hands and knees to retrieve it...which is a whole new (some what painful) adventure in itself
Sure is a big family of "brothers from different mothers"
There's been times I ended up buying something at a swap meet only to find it was something that I had sold the year before I bought it back. Being forgetful does have it's advantages. You can hide your own eggs for your Easter egg hunt.
Yours was a matter of brain fade, and true health risk, but personally I have always found the first people who have to put PPE on to do most minor of tasks are the same ones who are completely reckless in all other aspects of life.
The same guys who have to put ear plugs to run a grinder for 30 seconds are the same ones who drive around with music so loud you can hear 100 feet away with doors and windows closed.
They are the same ones who use dust mask because there is a little dust in the air then go out and chain-smoke at break and lunchtime.
Then do things like use pallet jacks as scooters, pick themselves up and ride on the crane. Leave work and drive over 20 or 30 miles an hour speed limit without seat belts on.
I am not saying don't be safe but a little moderation goes a long way.
Yesterday after breakfast my wife asked where my coffee cup was.... searched all over even places I never went that morning... found it right where I left it in the microwave still warm......the golden years are getting a little rusty
Last night I was modifying a set of stainless headers, and stopped to re-tip the tungsten. After getting distracted, and started to weld, with a filler rod in my hand, and noticed I hadn't replaced the tungsten. I looked all over for the missing tungsten, and the frustration ended, when I found it in my left hand. It probably wouldn't have worked as filler rod, anyway.
LOLOL too funny
I do that alot anymore..... and it always comes as a surprise....as often as it happens, you'd think a guy would learn.
Before I retired I would commonly say. "I'm old and I forget $hit." Now I still forget.
What I really love is spending 10 minutes digging out every tool I need to do a job, another 10 minutes going thru it in my head to make sure I have every tool I'll need.
THEN I crawl under the car with the tools only to find out the very first tool I need is still sitting on the bench 30 ft away!! Then its crawling out and going to all 4's until I can work my way back to a standing position only to do it all again....
I was replacing the receptacle end on my welder cord. This cord comes from the breaker in the wall box. I shut the appropriate breaker off and took the old plug off. Then proceeded to cut off the end of the wires with my strippers. BRIGHT light, !!BRIGHT light!! I still have not found those strippers, no shit! And I have looked everywhere. I must have thrown them when the fireworks started. My electrician buddy came over and said, hey you old fart why didn't you just shut ALL the breakers off instead of one?? I said cause I knew which one it was! He laughed for five minutes. Lippy
When you are born, before you ever leave the hospital, the doctors should be telling you about this kind of stuff that's in store for you. (Maybe they did and I forgot. )
I used to be able to think about more than one thing at a time. And I could make a 'day plan' and stick to it. Remembering a measurement from last week while at the parts store today? ........meer child's play.
My mind was a cross between an encyclopedia and a Rolodex. Do you think it's a coincidence that since encyclopedias and Rolodexes are now extinct my mind is down to only hitting on 2 cylinders? .....I don't think so.
And another thing; I used to have skin like a Rhinoceros. Nobody told me that when I got old, just the thought of
picking up a pair of pliers would give me a blood blister*.
*I apologize if by mentioning pliers any of you old guys got a blood blister. I didn't mean to.
Thanks guys, I haven't laughed this hard in a long time. My Dad says it only gets worse.
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