Setting the points on the 68 ford fairlane, with my bro working the key to turn the motor so I could set the gap. I forgot to get outta the way one time when I said to hit it, and all I saw was stars for a while.

I did that to dad once helping him work on his mustang and he darned near beat all the tar and stuffing outta me after he got up off the ground.

The nasty ones are when I've been installing the whip on a cop radio and my "assistant" keys the radio while I am holding the metal rod. That rf goes right to the bone quick. That burn took two months to heal up right.

Sometimes I think me and my old radio buddies probably resembled some of those Earnest P. Worrell commercials. Know what I mean, Vern? or maybe a Tim Taylor tooltime event.