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Whole episode and subsequent posts have made me cringe, and have reminded me of a catalogue of incidents, and stuff I have witnessed. But we don't learn, do we ?
Back in the Eighties, mum got a puncture, so rather than pay for it to be repaired, I took it to work to fix, as we had all the stuff there to do it manually.
At lunchtime, broke the beads with a 28 ton excavator, and got the tyre levers out. First bead came off the rim no problem, but for the second, I had the end of a lever in the rim, and the tyre was levered down, while I set about it with a rubber hammer to get the tyre off. I was putting quite a lot of pressure on the lever, when the end slipped off of the rim. It hit me in the face so hard that I fell over. Didn't even see it coming. I was a bit dazed, and my top lip was bleeding severely.
Once they had finished laughing, one of my colleagues ran me to the local A&E (no minor injuries unit back then) where we had to wait for about an hour, with a bloody tee shirt pressed on my face.
During this time, a building worker came in, assisted by two of his mates. He had stepped on an unsupported scaffold board two floors up, and the board had tipped up endways, and he fell through to the ground, closely followed by the board, the metal end of which had ripped into his calf, and it was bleeding badly.
Just then, I was called in, but I said to the senior nurse that they should see to him first. "Oh Yes" she said, and went off, coming back shortly after with a bowl to stand his foot in !
She came to me and took me in for treatment. After cleaning up a bit it looked like I had a hare lip, being split right through into a nostril.
It would need to be stitched, and after being told I was not good looking enough for plastic surgery, I was asked if I would mind a couple of student nurses doing it under supervision. I agreed and had to lay down with one of these nurses at each side while they set to. With the senior nurse telling them what to do.
They were both stunners, and while both of them were leaning over me, I was conscious of their young firm bosoms rubbing against me, and I had to think about ice cubes and ugly fat men
. It was SO distracting, I didnt feel a thing.
Did a great job though, still got the scar, but not very noticeable.
Back in the Eighties, mum got a puncture, so rather than pay for it to be repaired, I took it to work to fix, as we had all the stuff there to do it manually.
At lunchtime, broke the beads with a 28 ton excavator, and got the tyre levers out. First bead came off the rim no problem, but for the second, I had the end of a lever in the rim, and the tyre was levered down, while I set about it with a rubber hammer to get the tyre off. I was putting quite a lot of pressure on the lever, when the end slipped off of the rim. It hit me in the face so hard that I fell over. Didn't even see it coming. I was a bit dazed, and my top lip was bleeding severely.
Once they had finished laughing, one of my colleagues ran me to the local A&E (no minor injuries unit back then) where we had to wait for about an hour, with a bloody tee shirt pressed on my face.
During this time, a building worker came in, assisted by two of his mates. He had stepped on an unsupported scaffold board two floors up, and the board had tipped up endways, and he fell through to the ground, closely followed by the board, the metal end of which had ripped into his calf, and it was bleeding badly.
Just then, I was called in, but I said to the senior nurse that they should see to him first. "Oh Yes" she said, and went off, coming back shortly after with a bowl to stand his foot in !
She came to me and took me in for treatment. After cleaning up a bit it looked like I had a hare lip, being split right through into a nostril.
It would need to be stitched, and after being told I was not good looking enough for plastic surgery, I was asked if I would mind a couple of student nurses doing it under supervision. I agreed and had to lay down with one of these nurses at each side while they set to. With the senior nurse telling them what to do.
They were both stunners, and while both of them were leaning over me, I was conscious of their young firm bosoms rubbing against me, and I had to think about ice cubes and ugly fat men
. It was SO distracting, I didnt feel a thing.Did a great job though, still got the scar, but not very noticeable.
Smallfry
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Its a tyre Fred, a tyre with a "Y" ! But you are right, that why I bought a tyre shop machine years ago.
It interesting to know how these differences in spelling originated. If we are feeling weary, we are tired, does it follow that over there you would be tyred ? I don't think so, but its all very bizarre.
Because this would of kept me awake tonight... according to wikipedia, it comes from attire where the tyre is considered a wheel dressing. Looks like the Brits started using tyre in 1840s but it really took hold in the 1900s even though encyclopaedia britanica (amongst others) were still trying to claim the common usage of tyre was 'incorrect'.
Now I need to know why tyre started getting used or it's going to keep me awake tonight...
Now I need to know why tyre started getting used or it's going to keep me awake tonight...
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All I care about tires, is that they meet (3) criteria:
1. round
2. Black
3. hold air
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All I care about tires, is that they meet (3) criteria:
1. round
2. Black
3. hold air
Not all tires use air. Historically, the tire was the wearing component of a railway wheel. Solid steel, exchanged by shrink fitting when a change was required. I am guessing that rubber tyres, originally solid, not pneumatic, were spelt with a ‘y‘ instead of an ‘i‘ to differentiate between cart tyres rather than car tyres?
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Having dealt with both kinds, I have never heard of that theory, but like it.
It makes sense.
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I had quite a few stupid motor - related injuries as a kid, posted some of them on here.
Me and a bunch of mates were trying to build a go-kart and the question came up of what to power it with. Then one kid's Dad had an old starter motor in the junk pile which we could have for free.
I wanted to check it worked first, didn't have any of the proper heavy-duty cable but as the motor would have no load on it just sat on the bench, it wouldn't draw much current and some ordinary 2-core bell wire would do, right?
I bent down to attach the wires to the car battery on the floor.
Two things happened.
The wire insulation instantly turned to smoke.
The torque reaction threw the motor off the bench. Fortunately it missed my head. Unfortunately it didn't miss my toes.
Still it gave the others a good laugh. I'm surprised none of us ended up with a Darwin award with other similar stuff we got up to.
