Lets hear of some of your less than bright decisions, injuries, stupid choices and lessons learned.
This is the way you should describe your cars and trucks. Cool truck.My right shin has a dent from a trailer hitch from a 1978 Ford F150, blue, 300 CI inline six, 4 speed trans. We were on the way to Friendship Speedway in Elkin and stopped to buy some beer. I came around the back of the truck and WHAM!!! I almost threw up. I've never walked into another hitch and I don't think I ever will. I keep an eye out for those monsters since that evening.
I still remember it like it was yesterday.This is the way you should describe your cars and trucks. Cool truck.
I had a 76 explorer. It was green with white stripes like all the explorers had. It had a 390 swapped into it with a C6. I loved that truck.I still remember it like it was yesterday.
Let's see,150+ stitches in my forehead, holes in both elbows, scars on both knees, still have a rock in my lip, all toes on right foot scarred from being broken and bent over flat on the bottom of my foot. Yep, had a pretty big time.
I was laughing hard till I got to the last one...oh, man.Four that stick out.
Scar in my right eye brow and right side of my upper lip. Luckily they aren't connected today. The original wound was. It was cold, I was about 5 and learned a valuable and painful lesson about running in a gravel lot with your hands in your pockets.
Roughly 2 inch scar in left upper arm from a dispute I had with a crackhead over the rights to my wallet. I left with a small knife wound. When I left he was still unconscious. Victim selection fail....
Cut and burn scar on my left pinky. I was getting ready for a weekend trip and reached into a backpack and found a partially unsheathed knife. It bit me. To the bone.... My pyro best friend suggested cauterizing it. We did. It sucked.
Roughly 7 inch scar from my lumbar to thoracic spine. Had to be put back together like Humpty Dumpty after a great fall. 2 rods, seven screws and cadaver bone holding me together.....
Physics, being the whimsical sprite that it is...
When I was 9 years old I was riding my huffy bike, with a banana seat down the road.
There was a large pothole.
I decided to jump the pothole, BMX style, because it would look super cool.
I had zero BMX experience, and like I said this bike had a banana seat.
So I pop a wheelie, and Plop! My front wheel slams down into the pothole, brining my bike to a complete stop, and wrenched the handlebars 90 degrees to the right.
Physics, being the whimsical sprite that it is, threw me forward, into the exposed metal pipe that was the end of my handlebars.
The end went thru the skin pretty far...
I threw up, and an elderly couple tried to help me, but I walked home.
For the next 20 odd years I had a perfect circular scar on my stomach at the impact spot...
Scarless? Indicates all show and no goAt age 69 I'm in perfect condition for someone of my age and background. If any of you puzzies need your wife taken care of while you admire your scars just PM me and we'll work something out... waiting...
Scarless? Indicates all show and no go
Oh no..... I got scars, physical AND mental, but too many to go into detail about... I got scars you can see, some you can't see and some you wouldn't want to see 'cause I'd have to take clothes off... Trust me on this one...