Damned Chrysler hood latch

On the hood latch?
When they say the engine has some kick, that's not really what they are talking about, ya know?
 
Well, I cracked my head on it going in to check fluids.

Then I cursed and danced around a bit, then I kicked the 8 3/4 housing on the stands in my garage....

My toe is a little purple.

:D
 
Ouch!

I remember those latches - they always seem to have bits of hair growing out of them...
 
Been there man, that sucks! And I believe the title is the actual name of the part if you have to re-order one :bwuhaha:

I have calmed down a bit from throwing/hitting stuff when I hurt myself, mainly because I hurt myself more. :D The 60 grit sand paper on the grinder a couple weeks ago is all but healed up now. A couple nights ago a 3 pound maul glanced off my shin, same leg opposite side. My hand was sweaty, and I guess luckily my leg was too when the hammer slid out of my hand on the downward swing.
 
I stopped throwing, kicking, and punching stuff a long time ago. I find that I'm perfectly capable of wrecking stuff and hurting myself in the normal course of just working on a car. :D
 
I've pretty much calmed down too, but when you're dancing around, holding your head and trying not to curse in front of your daughter.... kicking something works.

It's still dumb, but it works.
 
Stretch likes to yell, "That's what I WANTED to happen!"

The 1970 Olds Cutlass was the King of the Skull Busters. Never mind the hood latch, the hood itself would give you one hell of a whack.
 
My mother clocked herself in the head on a number of occasions on her '68 cutlass. I'll never forget the time the carburetor caught fire, so she doused it with a bucket of water. It took a LOT of cranking to get it to start again after that.
 
I have done that SO many times. It's worst if you're backing out from under the hood and catch the hook side, they are pretty much unforgiving from that angle. I have growled many a time from between my teeth (after the initial turrets outbreak) 'I'm gonna get a TENNIS BALL for that fucking thing!!!" After which I space it off until the next time it gets me.
 
I have also from time to time impaled myself under the chin on the wing window getting in the car if the side glass happens to be down. Not only painful, but damn embarrassing if someone is there to see it happen.
 
I have a scar in my lower back from the hood fang on my Barracuda. I was doing something under the hood many years ago and somehow, the hood just came down on its own. That thing friggin HURT! [smilie=l:

[QUOTE="Matt43, post: 293180, member: 575"]I have also from time to time impaled myself under the chin on the wing window getting in the car if the side glass happens to be down. Not only painful, but damn embarrassing if someone is there to see it happen.[/QUOTE]
How in the hell.... :D
 
Well with me being so tall I have a bit of a sixth sense now from so many years of low doorways, chandeliers....etc. I usually can feel those things getting close to my gargantuan noggin before they hit...most of the time..:)

My neighbor calls those things...Hood Dinks...since they "dink" you hard in the head.
 
worse is that sense of im close to something..while being UNDER a car on jack stands..at which point you reflex JERK away from it slamming into something else only to jerk away from that back into the original object
 
Matt43 said:
This usually happens when it's in the garage and I can't open the door all the way, but every now and then I'll be in a parking lot somewhere and >whamo<.
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I thought I was a klutz! :D I've whacked my melon on a few odd parts of vehicles but, never a wing window.
Now that I've said that, I'll let ya know when it does happen. I give it a week, tops! :D
 
Fishy said:
I thought I was a klutz! :D I've whacked my melon on a few odd parts of vehicles but, never a wing window.
Now that I've said that, I'll let ya know when it does happen. I give it a week, tops! :D
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Yeah your quick to blame though....:shifty:..:D
 
Today Stretch and I were talking about a bad one when we were moving one of my Conquests. It had a broken tie-rod end, and I had to steer the one tire with my hands while Stretch pushed it. Sure enough, the car lurched and the tire turned, grabbing my right hand and trying to drag me into the engine bay and twisting my wrist backwards. It got about half my arm before Stretch came over and had to lift the car enough that I could get my arm out of there.
 
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