Given that being a mechanic involves working with toxic substances, heavy objects, dangerous power tools, and a vehicle capable of crushing the life out of you–does anybody have a “too close for comfort” story to share?
Here’s mine: About a decade ago, I was putting a motor (around 120#) in a bike. My back was sore from a heavy squat and deadlift session two days prior, but I thought nothing of it.
My back spasmed and I could not get up from a prone position. About 45 minutes later, my GF at the time went downstairs to the garage to check on me and found me unable to move. A trip to the ER on a back board ensued. I left there four hours later with an “AMA” set of crutches (the “canard” told me “I didn’t need 'em” but they let me unload my body weight from my postural muscles onto my arms…) 3 days of muscle relaxants and opiates later I was able to ditch the pills, and the crutches after a week.
That was my reality check–both W/R/T the consequences of repair work and my “no longer a teenager” moment. What’s yours?