el force 1
08-03-2003, 10:14 PM
...you've ever hauled your Dad to the emergency room because he dropped an El Camino on his head.
This is kind of a long story. A guy I met when I went with my friend to purchase his '81 had 2 mostly stripped parts cars that he said I could have if I hauled them off. The only thing was he wanted the rear end from one of them to keep as a spare for his el. I picked up the car, hauled it to my Dad's house (my yard was already full) and pulled the rear end to return when I picked up the other car. My initial intention was to pull the rear end from the second car and whatever was left after I picked over it I would send to the crusher. After getting the 2nd car I decided the body was too straight to crush. My Dad and I decided to shoehorn a rear end my brother had pulled out of his trans am to put the car on the trailer and take it to the field behind my grandmother's house in rural Misssissippi where we keep our parts cars. My Dad called me on Saturday morning and said he had brought the rear end back from Mississippi and wanted to put it in, and get the el out of his yard. I told him that I was waiting on my brother to come by with a saw I was borrowing and then I would come over and help him. I stressed that he should wait for me to help.
This is where it gets ugly. About the time my brother shows up I get this frantic call on my cell phone and all I can make out is my Dad screaming "the %$# car's on top of me, get it off I'm pinned I can't move!!" Needless to say I'm panicked. I yell to my brother to get to Dad's house fast, and start out behind him. On the way I called 911 and sent an ambulance. I never told my brother what was going on so when he shows up ahead of me he runs in the front door with an ax he had in his truck (??). We find our Dad laying on the kitchen floor with the nozzle from the sink spraying his head and blood all over the floor. He was able to get up and explain what had happened. Like the hard headed busy body he is he decided to go ahead and put the rear end in the car. When he got ready to let the car down he pulled the Jack stands out and started the jack down. At the moment he twisted the handle on the jack his 8 month old boxer tries to bolt under the car and he grabs the dog. The dog pulls him over and he ends up under the car as the jack is coming down. His head gets pinned between the left rear quarter panel and the ground. He panicks because his head is being pinched and he can feel the blood running in his ears. He was able to get his cell out oh fis pocket and hit the send button. My phone was the last number he called so that was who he got. Once help was on the way he decided to try to wiggle out. He ended up tearing his eart from just above the canal through the top. Luckily that was all that was wrong. We sent the ambulance and fire truck on their way and I took him to the emergency room.
In the emergency room everyone had to come see the fellow who dropped a car on his head and didn't lose consciousness or get more than a really nasty cut ear. We met every gear head that worked in the ER, including a X-ray tech with a '48 chevrolet who had done something similar. I also got stuck with calling Mom, who was driving back from New Orleans that we were in the ER. It took 13 stitches to put his ear back together. Now he has a scar and a story that resembles a Jeff Foxwothy joke.
Thank god we can laugh about it.
This is kind of a long story. A guy I met when I went with my friend to purchase his '81 had 2 mostly stripped parts cars that he said I could have if I hauled them off. The only thing was he wanted the rear end from one of them to keep as a spare for his el. I picked up the car, hauled it to my Dad's house (my yard was already full) and pulled the rear end to return when I picked up the other car. My initial intention was to pull the rear end from the second car and whatever was left after I picked over it I would send to the crusher. After getting the 2nd car I decided the body was too straight to crush. My Dad and I decided to shoehorn a rear end my brother had pulled out of his trans am to put the car on the trailer and take it to the field behind my grandmother's house in rural Misssissippi where we keep our parts cars. My Dad called me on Saturday morning and said he had brought the rear end back from Mississippi and wanted to put it in, and get the el out of his yard. I told him that I was waiting on my brother to come by with a saw I was borrowing and then I would come over and help him. I stressed that he should wait for me to help.
This is where it gets ugly. About the time my brother shows up I get this frantic call on my cell phone and all I can make out is my Dad screaming "the %$# car's on top of me, get it off I'm pinned I can't move!!" Needless to say I'm panicked. I yell to my brother to get to Dad's house fast, and start out behind him. On the way I called 911 and sent an ambulance. I never told my brother what was going on so when he shows up ahead of me he runs in the front door with an ax he had in his truck (??). We find our Dad laying on the kitchen floor with the nozzle from the sink spraying his head and blood all over the floor. He was able to get up and explain what had happened. Like the hard headed busy body he is he decided to go ahead and put the rear end in the car. When he got ready to let the car down he pulled the Jack stands out and started the jack down. At the moment he twisted the handle on the jack his 8 month old boxer tries to bolt under the car and he grabs the dog. The dog pulls him over and he ends up under the car as the jack is coming down. His head gets pinned between the left rear quarter panel and the ground. He panicks because his head is being pinched and he can feel the blood running in his ears. He was able to get his cell out oh fis pocket and hit the send button. My phone was the last number he called so that was who he got. Once help was on the way he decided to try to wiggle out. He ended up tearing his eart from just above the canal through the top. Luckily that was all that was wrong. We sent the ambulance and fire truck on their way and I took him to the emergency room.
In the emergency room everyone had to come see the fellow who dropped a car on his head and didn't lose consciousness or get more than a really nasty cut ear. We met every gear head that worked in the ER, including a X-ray tech with a '48 chevrolet who had done something similar. I also got stuck with calling Mom, who was driving back from New Orleans that we were in the ER. It took 13 stitches to put his ear back together. Now he has a scar and a story that resembles a Jeff Foxwothy joke.
Thank god we can laugh about it.