Close Call Experineces

Reminds me of a friend who was drilling a hole with a drill press with gloves on. Somehow some threads from the glove got caught on the chuck and started to wrap his hand around the chuck backwards. With his free hand he grabbed the chuck and was able to stop it with the belt slipping, but now he had no hand free to shut down the drill press. He stayed that way until someone heard him yelling and came to shut off the machine. He was unhurt. Loose clothing and machine tools don't mix.

coalnewbie wrote:Friday, driving up Rt 94 to Chester in very heavy rain in my 2000 Ford F350 dually driving about 35MPH and sure it was more than a little windy when ... bam I am on the other side of the road and in the ditch.

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WTF... never heard or saw anything. Creepy.

I blame Bush..... HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.

I blame gore, he is the the one who invented all this global warming crap. LOL

When I was younger if figured I would never see my 40s. Lots and lots of stupid human tricks. So now I look at everyday as a gift.

Many years ago while in the navy,I was assigned to wipe up all oil drips on a hydraulic winch system as the system was in use.There I was with cleanup rag in hand when POW. Something bad happened and one inch steel cable and parts were zooming everywhere. People gathered quickly. The Chief Petty Officer asked if I was hurt. I said no. He said "turn around and look at the bulkhead" [navy speak for wall] alongside your head.I turned around and the bulkhead [1/2in plate] was dented in where the 16in sheave flew past my left ear and ricoshayed like a bullet.It missed my head by about 3-4 inches. Naturally,when you are 20 years old my only thoughts were when will the ringing in my ears stop and what are they putting out for lunchtime chow.One of a few close ones.My Dad who was a WWII combat air crewman always told us as kids,"A Miss Is As Good As A Mile ...so don't think about it" so I never thought anymore about it till now. Mike

Stovepipemike, good story, I appreciate your and your dad's service to our country.

I don't know if I told this here before. My first job in high school was at the Boonton Handbag Factory, 1973. $2 an hour. The elevator was scarey then as I recall.
This immense historic building sits next to the Rockaway River. Years later, 1980, I got a job there to paint every window in the place. It took a year. By then it was the Kanter Bros. warehouse for their used and antique auto parts business. They eventually bought the Packard name.
There was a very old Otis elevator tower on the side of the building. You could see daylight where the bricks separated from the building. There was a massive electric motor directly above the elevator shaft. A couple of my buddys were told to bring a pallet of NOS tie rod ends down from the 4th floor. At the time I was on the garage roof where the old yellow car is.
This ancient elevator had exactly zero safety features except the emergency brakes. They were ball governor actuated dogs that were designed to clamp on to the guide rails in the event of sudden acceleration
Well, they rolled about a ton of parts on a pallet jack into this 1000lb capacity elevator. We all knew the sound of that magnificent artifact of the industrial revolution. It made the kind of startup electric motor hummmm that you hear in movies. It was a very slow freight elevator.
When they hit the down button, the elevator dropped into the basement like a rock. We heard the sound from the garage roof and turned our heads just in time to see the elevator go by the loading dock door window! The sound it made was incredible. Whhhirrrrrrr-Bammmmm. The counterweights must have bounced on the cables.
We thought our buddies were goners. We got into the building just as they were climbing out of the space left between the cage ceiling and the first floor! They said they were afraid the motor was going to come down on top of them!
The safety brake dogs had snapped off the rails like pretzels.
The elevator still worked, and is still working today as far as I know