A "close call" is defined as:
A very difficult decision, or something bad that almost happens. Now, I know everyone experiences a close call or two in their lifetime, but after yesterday I need to write this shit out.
On tuesday I received a call from one of my friends while I was extraordinarily high doing some homework. It was one of those quick call that sounds something like this:
"gay guy what up?"
"want some free gas?"
"dude"
"get over here."
CLICK.
Apparently my friend was fixing something on his gas tank and it was too heavy to lift, so he had to empty the gas. When I got to his house he had his truck lifted up on two dinky jacks in his driveway with 2 Home Depot buckets and a tiny gas can filled to the brim with gasoline. He grabbed a funnel and proceeded to pour it in my truck."Well ain't this just my lucky day," I said with a smile. After we finished up I offered to help him lift the gas tank up while he reattached it to the bottom of the truck. Oh I forgot to mention. I don't know jackshit about working on cars or their parts... sooooo most likely I won't be using the right terminology and just describing it. Anyways, we got underneath the truck and I tried my best to hold the giant, looked more like a small boat, gas can up as my friend tried to bolt it back into place. I could tell he was having trouble screwing the bolt back into place because of two things:
a.) He was cussing.
b.) His face was beat red as tiny beads of sweat formed in every crevice.
Suddenly, as he was trying to push the bolt back into place the truck shift, violently falling ontop of us in shock. When the truck moved, the dinky jacks moved, letting the truck fall back to the ground. Luckily it wasn't a car, but I still manage to fling myself from the truck like a scared cat when sprayed with water. "Jesus Christ," I yelled in disbelief. I had never seen this happen before. Before I could completely collect myself I heard this groaning sound coming from the other side of the truck. "Ohhh fuck! I'm stuck!" My friend yelled as I ran to the other side of the truck. I could see the back right tire landed on both his feet when the truck fell. He looked at me in agony, "I can't get my feet out! Get the jack! Hurry! Lift it up!
Now, I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I reacted calm or swift, or like I'd done this before. I freaked out! My legs felts like weights when I sprinted to find the jack, which seemed like a mile away. I picked it up and swore there was no way it could possible weigh this much. Seconds seemed like minutes when you're hearing a full-grown man moan in pain. The first time I tried to use the jack I couldn't figure out how to lower it so I could put it under the axel. I was grabbing things, trying to twist or pull anything that would move. "Hey Nick grab the handle of the jack," my friend said as he layed on the ground, eyes closed, and the most painful expression I've ever seen.
DING DONG! The light bulb came on, my senses cleared up, and I realized what to do. I grabbed the handle of the jack and stuck it in the necessary spot and turned it, lowering the jack. I moved it into a position next to his foot and started jacking the car up as quickly as possible. It seemed like it took thirty minutes to lift his truck up 2 inches but I finally saw him scatter away from the tire. He managed to stand up pretty quickly, which I knew was great news, and he seemed not to be in much pain afterwards. I just layed on the oil stained driveway, my entire body sore feeling like I had just done a Iron Man marathon.
You wanna talk about losing your high quickly? This is definitely one way I don't recommend.
A very difficult decision, or something bad that almost happens. Now, I know everyone experiences a close call or two in their lifetime, but after yesterday I need to write this shit out.
On tuesday I received a call from one of my friends while I was extraordinarily high doing some homework. It was one of those quick call that sounds something like this:
"gay guy what up?"
"want some free gas?"
"dude"
"get over here."
CLICK.
Apparently my friend was fixing something on his gas tank and it was too heavy to lift, so he had to empty the gas. When I got to his house he had his truck lifted up on two dinky jacks in his driveway with 2 Home Depot buckets and a tiny gas can filled to the brim with gasoline. He grabbed a funnel and proceeded to pour it in my truck."Well ain't this just my lucky day," I said with a smile. After we finished up I offered to help him lift the gas tank up while he reattached it to the bottom of the truck. Oh I forgot to mention. I don't know jackshit about working on cars or their parts... sooooo most likely I won't be using the right terminology and just describing it. Anyways, we got underneath the truck and I tried my best to hold the giant, looked more like a small boat, gas can up as my friend tried to bolt it back into place. I could tell he was having trouble screwing the bolt back into place because of two things:
a.) He was cussing.
b.) His face was beat red as tiny beads of sweat formed in every crevice.
Suddenly, as he was trying to push the bolt back into place the truck shift, violently falling ontop of us in shock. When the truck moved, the dinky jacks moved, letting the truck fall back to the ground. Luckily it wasn't a car, but I still manage to fling myself from the truck like a scared cat when sprayed with water. "Jesus Christ," I yelled in disbelief. I had never seen this happen before. Before I could completely collect myself I heard this groaning sound coming from the other side of the truck. "Ohhh fuck! I'm stuck!" My friend yelled as I ran to the other side of the truck. I could see the back right tire landed on both his feet when the truck fell. He looked at me in agony, "I can't get my feet out! Get the jack! Hurry! Lift it up!
Now, I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I reacted calm or swift, or like I'd done this before. I freaked out! My legs felts like weights when I sprinted to find the jack, which seemed like a mile away. I picked it up and swore there was no way it could possible weigh this much. Seconds seemed like minutes when you're hearing a full-grown man moan in pain. The first time I tried to use the jack I couldn't figure out how to lower it so I could put it under the axel. I was grabbing things, trying to twist or pull anything that would move. "Hey Nick grab the handle of the jack," my friend said as he layed on the ground, eyes closed, and the most painful expression I've ever seen.
DING DONG! The light bulb came on, my senses cleared up, and I realized what to do. I grabbed the handle of the jack and stuck it in the necessary spot and turned it, lowering the jack. I moved it into a position next to his foot and started jacking the car up as quickly as possible. It seemed like it took thirty minutes to lift his truck up 2 inches but I finally saw him scatter away from the tire. He managed to stand up pretty quickly, which I knew was great news, and he seemed not to be in much pain afterwards. I just layed on the oil stained driveway, my entire body sore feeling like I had just done a Iron Man marathon.
You wanna talk about losing your high quickly? This is definitely one way I don't recommend.
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| This is neither me, my friend, or his vechile. Just some redneck in the same positon as my friend yesterday. |
Sooooo Gnarly!!!! Wish I could of been there!
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