I remember my first interaction with a C clip. I was about 12 or 13 and the front sprocket on my dirt bike had worn to the point that the chain would slip. So I ordered a sprocket. I was a dirt biking fool (and I have a knee that proves it), and couldn’t wait to get back riding. My dad called when the part was delayed, and he was nice enough to drive me to the UPS place to get the sprocket when he found out it was about 30 miles away in Tupelo. So I decided to get to work on it that very night when we got home. To my dismay, the sprocket was held on by what I now refer to as a C clip. All my 13 year old mind new to do was pry at the clip with various flathead screw drivers and attempt to ascertain just how this newly discovered fastener works. Next thing you know, it flies off, ting, ting, ting, under the garage door, into our gravel driveway, headed somewhere into the night. I don’t remember what happened after that, whether I bought another clip, found that one the next day, or what. I do vividly remember the sound it made as it travelled across the garage floor on its way to where the lost things go.
“They make a tool for that, ya know,” says Dad. Well now I know.