What could be worse than......

[gad5264]

Driving down the street and having a non life threatening traffic accident?
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Having that traffic accident on your way home from the paint store and you HAD 2 FULL 5 gallon containers of freshly mixed paint in the back of your wagon!!!!!!!

That SUCKS big time.

[germdoc]

How about this? About 2 years ago my daughter was driving our Ford minivan when a loud noise developed, she pulled over, got out, and the car burst into flames. It was a total loss.

That was the same van in which we had put some expensive Oriental (Afghani) carpets in which needed to be cleaned. Doh!

The trunk area had only smoke and fire extinguisher exposure, no flames. Surprisingly, once I got the FD's fire extinguishing foam off, vacuumed them, and aired them out for a while the carpets are as good as new. One of them is in the living room right now.

[ironhat]

Wow, Jeff. Her guardian angel was with her that day. Not nealy the story but a couple of weeks ago I had just picked up a large hot chocolate at the local quick stop. As I was headed to the exit I got cut off and stopped hard. The drink had too much play in the console drink holder of my F150 and it went sailing onto the floor as I watched in horror. Much to my relief it laid there with the lid intact... until I reached for it. One inch from picking it up the lid popped and deposited the contents in to the drivers foot well.
Later,
Chiz,

[cabinetman]

A friend of mine called and asked what to use for gluing formica so I told him contact cement. He then went and bought a gallon can and put it on the rear floor of a new Buick leased car.

This was about 9:30 in the morning. When he left to go home from work opened the door and he said the fumes almost knocked him out. It had been in the high 90's that day and the can had turned over in traffic, and had burst open and spilled out all over the carpet. Needless to say he couldn't drive the car anywhere.

[mikel]

The wife got in an accident bringing back chinese food. She was fine, food everywhere. The car got fixed the smell never did...

...mikel

[JR]

My story doesn't appear in the archives any more, so I guess I'll tell it again...

Back in the late 60s I went to my first rock festival, Newport 69, in Northridge, CA. I was about 16 years old, and I drove my mother's 1965 Falcon station wagon - not exactly a VW van on the coolness scale. Anyway, this car had an aftermarket air conditioner, the kind that had a big fixture underneath the dash, which will feature prominently in the story.

I had a great time at the show on Friday night, managing to squeeze in by the side of the stage to see Hendrix. Picking up a hithchiker on the way out, we made an arrangement to pick up some wine. My $1.50 went to a gallon of Gallo Red Mountain Burgundy. Smack! Smoooooth...

I dropped off the hitchhiker and headed for home, about 30 miles away. As I was driving through a neighboring town I had to brake quickly at a traffic signal. The gallon of Gallo Red Mountain Burgundy, sitting on it's side next to me, rolled off the vinyl bench seat. The screwtop cap just caught the air conditioner, breaking the top of the bottle off. Now I've got a gallon of Gallo Red Mountain Burgundy gurgling it's vile bile onto the rubber mat in the front of my mother's 1965 Falcon station wagon.

I was young, but not stupid. I knew this was a problem requiring immediate attention. With the catlike reflexes of youth I drove through the intersection and pulled over. I picked up the bottle by placing my hand over the top of the broken neck. Lifting the bottle over the back of the bench seat to set it on floor in the back, I very nearly deposited the bottle in its new position of temporary saftety. Nearly.

About a foot off the floor, the bottle slipped from my tenuous grasp, slicing a gash in my ring finger, and falling on its side. I raised my hand, gasping in horror as blood began spurting all over the place.

Now I have a pool of Gallo Red Mountain Burgundy in the front, a pool of Gallo Red Mountain Burgundy in the back, and a mist of blood forming throughout the car. Unfortunately I had run out of problem-soiving skills, too. I drove home.

Getting up early for the first and only time in my teenage life I went out to clean the car. Thankfully, I had hosed out most of the visible evidence before my mother could gather her wits. Unfortunately, the olfactory evidence was now permanent. I was busted. But wait...

Hadn't I, due to my inexperience in life's ways, made the bad choice to pick up a hitch-hiker? Hadn't the hitch-hiker, who was really the one to cause the problem, been to blame? YESSS!!! She bought it!!!! I was back at the festival on Saturday, admittedly in my friend Don's '64 Nova.

Moral #1: All-vinyl interiors were awesome.
Moral #2: Sometimes a parent just has to suck it up and act like a believer.

[LarryG]

JR, you should've pasted that into the "Keep It Going" thread. It would have fit right in ...

[LCHIEN]

A friend of mine called and asked what to use for gluing formica so I told him contact cement. He then went and bought a gallon can and put it on the rear floor of a new Buick leased car.

This was about 9:30 in the morning. When he left to go home from work opened the door and he said the fumes almost knocked him out. It had been in the high 90's that day and the can had turned over in traffic, and had burst open and spilled out all over the carpet. Needless to say he couldn't drive the car anywhere.

"stuck" in traffic, eh?