Lemmingman
Well Known Member
Unfortunately it wasn't attached to a plane.
I am building my ailerons and I had just finished cleco'ing a large portion of my right aileron together. I decided this looks so easy I'll do left and right together, it'll save some time when I get to the left wing. Looking around the shop I couldn't find a horizontal surface suitable for this brief storage task. My eye finally caught the luggage rack on my wifes 4-Runner. Perfect! I'll just put it there *temporarily* while I assemble the left aileron. This wont take more than 20-minutes.
You probably already see where this going. Wish I had. My phone rang, one of my co-workers wanted to know if I could get on a con call real quick. Sure, no problem. As I was going into the house my wife was passing me saying something, but I was paying attention to my co-worker. I heard the garage door go up...didn't register...I heard the car start...still didn't register. Oblivious to the impending trajedy, I heard her back out as I was starting WebEx.
My call lasted about as long as she was gone. She came into the office, fists on her hips, face red. This is her I'm ready for a fight look. "Did you leave something on the top of the car?" she accused. Then it dawned on me why she was upset. "Oh shirt sleeves." I said. My 10-year old was there with his "you are so in trouble" look on his face. I accepted the blame. I think I got off easy, new skin new rib. AND I'm not allowed to put parts on the car again!!
I am building my ailerons and I had just finished cleco'ing a large portion of my right aileron together. I decided this looks so easy I'll do left and right together, it'll save some time when I get to the left wing. Looking around the shop I couldn't find a horizontal surface suitable for this brief storage task. My eye finally caught the luggage rack on my wifes 4-Runner. Perfect! I'll just put it there *temporarily* while I assemble the left aileron. This wont take more than 20-minutes.
You probably already see where this going. Wish I had. My phone rang, one of my co-workers wanted to know if I could get on a con call real quick. Sure, no problem. As I was going into the house my wife was passing me saying something, but I was paying attention to my co-worker. I heard the garage door go up...didn't register...I heard the car start...still didn't register. Oblivious to the impending trajedy, I heard her back out as I was starting WebEx.
My call lasted about as long as she was gone. She came into the office, fists on her hips, face red. This is her I'm ready for a fight look. "Did you leave something on the top of the car?" she accused. Then it dawned on me why she was upset. "Oh shirt sleeves." I said. My 10-year old was there with his "you are so in trouble" look on his face. I accepted the blame. I think I got off easy, new skin new rib. AND I'm not allowed to put parts on the car again!!