After reading everyone elses story, I figured I would add in my own idiot
award.
I was removing the transmission from my 73 Duster 340 (prior to
LBC days), and could not get a good angle to undo the last bolt at the
top of the transmission. I was working on the garage floor with the car
up on jack stands set on top of bricks. Using about 4 feet of extensions
and a swivel joint I finally wriggled myself into a position to remove
the bolt. When the bolt came out, the transmission dropped straight out.
Unfortunately I did not consider where my head was in relationship to
the transmission. Ten years later I still have a crescent shaped scar in
the middle of my forehead from where the tail shaft landed on me. When I
went to work the next day, no one would believe that I dropped an
automatic transmission on my head. And that is how the rumor that my
wife is a mean hit with a frying pan got started.
Glenn
San Antonio Texas
76 TR7
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