I sure am glad it was on there straight and equally free-running on both tracks or that could have been a screw-up. But, yeah, that was a slick move.
Sheeeit, the dude has done this before. Fo’ sho’. And I do admire an artiste of this variety.
Something tells me this isn’t even his second rodeo.
If I was his employer he’d be unemployed.
After I kicked him in the nuts.
Same here, but this does look staged.
Back when I was moving machinery for a crew laying fiber optic cable, one of my drivers tried to haul a D-7 the brakes of which did not lock. You know what they say about the pain + time = comedy equation? Well, it’s been 40 years now and I’m still waiting for the comedy part. Let’s just say, it was a rather eventful day and let it go at that.
That sounds like the kind of story I both do – and yet somehow don’t – want to hear the finer details of. As a plumber, I’ve seen some dumb shit involving heavy equipment.
Was on a job site one day as an extra body while another of our crew was excavating for a sewer lateral repair just outside the offices of a now defunct Dana manufacturing plant that made piston rings, among other parts. Unmarked by dig-rite, and apparently entirely unbeknownst to the plant maintenance director, there was a multi kilovolt electrical main buried in the repair area, about 10′ deep inside a duct made of square vitreous clay tile.
Right as the backhoe operator lightly scraped the top of said clay tile duct, I stopped him cold. It was sheer luck that I knew (from previous jobs at the same site) that the main electrical distribution room was right on the other side of the exterior wall where the excavation was taking place, and I assumed (correctly) it was HV. Sure as hell, that was the feed to a big transformer bank for the entire plant. Still makes my scrote tingle just thinking about what could’ve happened.
Yikes!
I used slightly stronger language at the time. You never saw a guy start yelling and making a ruckus (if I may use the expression) trying to get the backhoe operator to stop immediately before we both got our faces scorched off.
That was about 13 years ago, and a few months ago I had a vivid dream one night in which I was right back on that job essentially reliving the experience, but didn’t succeed at stopping the guy in the backhoe in time. Woke up from that one freaking out a bit. Thankfully I don’t get “replays” like that in my sleep with any regularity. Probably as close as I can ever get to truly appreciating the sort of shit combat vets go through.
Didn’t see combat but a dyslexic artillery lieutentant dropped a salvo on the wire breach we were supposed to be “guarding” during a live fire.
Careless, stupid or lazy people can kill you just as dead as someone with ill intent.
I sure am glad it was on there straight and equally free-running on both tracks or that could have been a screw-up. But, yeah, that was a slick move.
Sheeeit, the dude has done this before. Fo’ sho’. And I do admire an artiste of this variety.
Something tells me this isn’t even his second rodeo.
If I was his employer he’d be unemployed.
After I kicked him in the nuts.
Same here, but this does look staged.
Back when I was moving machinery for a crew laying fiber optic cable, one of my drivers tried to haul a D-7 the brakes of which did not lock. You know what they say about the pain + time = comedy equation? Well, it’s been 40 years now and I’m still waiting for the comedy part. Let’s just say, it was a rather eventful day and let it go at that.
That sounds like the kind of story I both do – and yet somehow don’t – want to hear the finer details of. As a plumber, I’ve seen some dumb shit involving heavy equipment.
Was on a job site one day as an extra body while another of our crew was excavating for a sewer lateral repair just outside the offices of a now defunct Dana manufacturing plant that made piston rings, among other parts. Unmarked by dig-rite, and apparently entirely unbeknownst to the plant maintenance director, there was a multi kilovolt electrical main buried in the repair area, about 10′ deep inside a duct made of square vitreous clay tile.
Right as the backhoe operator lightly scraped the top of said clay tile duct, I stopped him cold. It was sheer luck that I knew (from previous jobs at the same site) that the main electrical distribution room was right on the other side of the exterior wall where the excavation was taking place, and I assumed (correctly) it was HV. Sure as hell, that was the feed to a big transformer bank for the entire plant. Still makes my scrote tingle just thinking about what could’ve happened.
Yikes!
I used slightly stronger language at the time. You never saw a guy start yelling and making a ruckus (if I may use the expression) trying to get the backhoe operator to stop immediately before we both got our faces scorched off.
That was about 13 years ago, and a few months ago I had a vivid dream one night in which I was right back on that job essentially reliving the experience, but didn’t succeed at stopping the guy in the backhoe in time. Woke up from that one freaking out a bit. Thankfully I don’t get “replays” like that in my sleep with any regularity. Probably as close as I can ever get to truly appreciating the sort of shit combat vets go through.
Didn’t see combat but a dyslexic artillery lieutentant dropped a salvo on the wire breach we were supposed to be “guarding” during a live fire.
Careless, stupid or lazy people can kill you just as dead as someone with ill intent.
That’s an old model like us.