Well- there was the time the StoopidBaker nearly got me!
I was in the last batch of kids in Texas who got our driver's licenses at age 14- that was in late 1967. At about age 15 1/2 the most recent raggedmobile had died for good, & Dad found a driveable old ~1960 Studebaker Lark V-8 station wagon dirt cheap- about $65 as I recall!
It burned lots of oil & smoked like a fogging machine, but the engine ran well the whole time I owned it.
I was underneath it in the front yard, front wheels up on some rigged up would-be ramps(of my own design!), installing some bushings on the transmission shifter linkage. It began to roll(#%[email protected]
*! overdrive transmission!), & I just barely made it out from under in time- the left front tire nearly pulled some hair from the side of my head. After I quit shaking, & Dad quit yelling(he came to the front door just in the middle of it- first near heart attack, then relief, then the yelling!
), he made sure I had a bulletproof ramp & chock setup. Then he said,"You OK? Good. Well, I guess you *still* need to fix that shifter."
So I got back underneath it & installed the Ford bushings on the Studebaker standard transmission(with overdrive).
Shifted great thereafter.
I won't count the time the 3-speed transmission from my 57 Chevy fell loose & hit me in the head- heck, it hardly hurt that transmission at all!