Redneckville, USA

Years ago, my husband Wayne had a race car. It was a Gran Torino that he raced at Wall Dragway when we were stationed in Texas. (we are retired military). One day I had some friends come over. While the kids were out in the back yard playing and Wayne was in the garage tinkering with his car and doing transmission work I was inside visiting with my friends. Suddenly the kids run in the house screaming, "mom, the car fell on dad and he is hurt real bad.". I go out to the garage and find Wayne stuck under the car with the transmission (bell housing too) on  him and he was unable to lift it. I had to crawl under the car and help him move the bell housing and transmission thingy off and bolt it into place.
So after that accident I decided it might be a good idea to be WITH him when he is working...LOL