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Discussion in 'The Garage' started by HaChayalBoded, Sep 21, 2008.
I just use a rubber band...
I have a couple of these molded rubber pieces that fit over the can and hold the straw at the end of a length of the rubber in a small hole. They look like they should work but for somereason I never use them. if I put one on a can I still loose the straw or something happens I don't like them . They have been in the glove box of my car for years. I got arrested and when my car was towed by the cops stuff got stolen out of my car at the cops impound yard but these stupid rubber things are still in the glove box when I got the car back. URRRGH.
I like the coffee stirrer thing. I'll give that a shot.
Can we talk about actual macgyver episodes? I love that one where he is in the wilderness and he needs water, so there is moss growing on the ground and all he does is stick a straw into it and lets the water run out.
Truly genius stuff that is.
The episode is Season 3 Episode 4
Oh also, once I triggered the starter motor on a carburetted car by simply getting the wire from a speaker out the back and putting the car in ignition and hooking it up between the positive terminal and the starter's solenoid, kicked over like a charm.
And that is essentially how I almost ran over myself last year, but escaped with only a broken tibial plateau...........ouch...............long sory, but stupid hurts!
Maybe we need a McGruber thread too, now THAT would be interesting!
Or maybe a Dumb Macgyver tricks that almost killed me
That is what McGruber is.
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This was an automatic, and it was in park with the handbrake on, and I had steel capped shoes on SO at least if I was run over they could identify me by my lack of good hygiene and foot odour.
My friends and I were riding through the mountains of SW Cambodia. One of our party crashed and suffered a fractured left wrist. I needed a soft splint, solid enough to support the injury yet flexible enough to allow him to ride himself and his bike out another 200 klm.
I requested the injured guy drink the remaining 1/2 litre of water to empty his 3 litre Camelbac bladder and wash down 1000 mg of T3 for pain. Next we laid his forearm and wrist on the slightly inflated air splint/Camelbac bladder and loosely wrapped it up with a large Ace bandage. Then I added air through the drink hose until firm, but not too tight to cut off circulation. I bent the hose double and used a ziptie to keep the air from bleeding out. We were then ready to make our way out to civilisation. A stop every 30 minutes to check the splint for proper support and bandage adjustment kept everything in proper order.
Much more user friendly than sticks and duct tape.
I'm sure this is already on here somewhere, but next time you are at a catered breakfast/corporate meeting/morning seminar/etc. where coffee is served in one of those big box carriers . . .
Save the silvery bag on the inside, and wash it out well. Fold and save in your emergency kit. These make a good emergency gas can when you run out of juice and have to hike to a gas station.
This is one of my alltime favorite shows,I always loved the ones when he had to out smart Murdoch.Its too bad it went off the air I would of enjoyed a few more years and episodes from it.
Yeah same here, tho he did give us Stargate SG1 in return :)
We already have one, and it is: :eek1
Back in 2001 when I was laid up w mono/hep A for 2 months I think i saw every episode on tv land.No matter how many times I see them I dont get tired of any of the episodes.I also like the one where he had to stop the nuclear reactor from melting down. I remember pops coming home from work back in 91 and told me at dinner the actor that played pete thorton was losing his eye sight in real life so they were gonna end the series because of that.That was a sad day for me as a kid to hear that about one of the shows I had to watch every week like religion.
Geez, Its really sad to hear that, but I would've taken a replacement over axing the entire show, they could've detailed out his death or blindness and given a replacement quite easily.
Just got back from a hard dual sport ride, a buddy on a 450 EXC lost the pin and one brake pad off the rear caliper. I found the pad, but 5 guys looking could not find the pin. We first tried an allen wrench, fit was good, fairly snug, but we couldn't affix the allen wrench so that the 90 degree end would not try and contact the spokes, and it was too long to use the other way round. I had some heavy gauge wire in my kit, like coat hanger wire, I cut 4 equal length pieces, he put all 4 pieces in the caliper pin holes, and bent both end of all 4 pieces, and he rode all day on that little fix,
here's MedicJeff towards the end of the day.
Once while passing through Oregon,on my 75 R75 the ground wire broke off the soldered on end no torch in my bags but only 1/4 mile away was a hardware store that had 4 gauge bare copper wire. a couple of loops at the ends of the wire and a new ground wire it was there for several years before I got around to buying the official one .Not lazy just busy riding
That was friggin genius dude. Good on you
Many years ago I was driving a VW bus back from Berkley where I had deposited a ladyfriend at the university for the schoolyear. It was her dad's microbus, and somewhere north of LA on a Sunday evening, I felt the gas pedal go down to the floor and idled the VW off the freeway. Trapped in a light industrial area, I had to bum a ride to the nearby Howard Johnson's and make the call to her old man in Orange County.
He showed up an hour and a half later with a full trunk of tools and we went to where the downed van was. After determining it was a broken throttle cable, he was at his wit's end, not having the part. I was young and mechanically unendowed, but I noticed the throttle cable was attached to a dingus on the carb that was just behind the license plate bolt. While he watched in disbelief, I unbolted that side of the license plate, ran a triple wide length of string I tied to the carb, through the bolt hole, up through the unlatched back window and down the length of the van. Able to hand operate the gas by pulling the string, I drove the van the last leg of California to his home in Anaheim.
The dick followed me all the way and criticized me for going too fast. I told him two out of three strands had snapped eventually and I just wanted the day over with.
That was the beginning of my mechanical matriculation.