Classic British Flight Sim

You know, when it's cold and raining and you have to work under your vehicle, and you need to get out for a spanner, so you grab the door sill and start pulling yourself out, and the wind blows the door shut on your hand, and though your fingers are numb, you can still feel the pain?
Don't swear, just sing along to the tune of 'Lions and tigers in my soup.....(Good Ship Lollypop)" EDIT: I"ve realised that it's Animal Crackers in My Soup
And the words go like this:

Slamm_ing fin_gers in the door, ♪
Makes your dig_its very sore, ♪
Makes you roll and gnash and roar, ♪
Slamm_ing fin_gers in the door. ♪♪


And all the pain goes away, like kissing it better with a Band - Aid

Wouldn't feel like singing I suspect Mike.

I would just utter, "Oh dear!!!"

Or words to that effect.



Graham

I ain't no Shirley Temple so it's F###! for me.
Btw if you've ever seen this little experiment http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JA-g3Mhgnjk from Planet Word, you'll know that Bother! doesn't cut it.

This thread reminds me of an incident from long ago, but it is true.

I was 18-19 years old and decided to replace the very quiet silencer on my Honda CB400F with a Dunstall Megaphone (the Brit bikers here will probably remember how popular they were in the 60's and 70's) just so that I could annoy the whole neighbourhood when I came home at after midnight most nights. I got the original silencer off easily enough but the Dunstall was a really tight fit on the flange of the 4-into-one system Honda used on the 400F. I resorted to holding a short piece of 4" x 1" timber across the end of the silencer (Silencer! Ha what a joke! ) and then hitting it with a 5 lb. lump hammer. Slowly but surely I forced it onto the flange and was just leaning forward to check how far it needed to go when I decided one more thump should do it. I was still leaning forward when I swung the lump hammer and didn't notice that the wood had slipped on the end of the pipe. Instead of hitting the wood I brought the hammer down on all four middle knuckles of my left hand!

I didn't bother with any silly verses and just screamed 'F#@% Me!!!!' at the top of my lungs. Unfortunately the door to the kitchen was open and all I heard was my Mother giggling like crazy and finally she calmly said 'Did that hurt son?'

I couldn't answer right away as I was busy trying to suck all four knuckles at once to stop the pain and my ears were as red as my knuckles as that was the first time I'd ever sworn like that in front of my Mother. Talk about embarrassed!

p.s. All the pain was for nought in the end as less than two weeks later I took the Dunstall pipe off and put the original one back on. I decided that I much preferred to do 70 MPH and sound like I was doing 30 rather than doing 30 MPH and sounding like I was doing 70!

Silly verses?!! I wrote those with my best crayons, Larry!
Nigel in Herndon must have been feeling very kind - being a muso., he could have given me a hiding over me mis-quoting Ms. Temple.
Thanks for sharing your stories & alternative words.
BTW, Band - Aids have never given me any relief either.
Just as effective as the ditty!

Of course Paul Dunstall's gear was meant for proper motorbikes, like the Norton Dominator, not for that furrin muck.
MikeW

I had a Dunstall can on my Suzuki GS550D (last of the wire wheels) and left it on when I choppped it in for a GS1000EN
ATB
DaveB

emfrat wrote:Of course Paul Dunstall's gear was meant for proper motorbikes, like the Norton Dominator, not for that furrin muck.
MikeW

Feast thine eyes.....
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/c ... nstall.jpg

That looks beautiful, Mike. The iconic cafe racer. All it needs is a Bonneville engine

I can't hear the name Dunstall without remembering what was billed as one of the best short-circuit races ever. It was in 1963 at Brands Hatch - the last race of the day. Derek Minter, the King of Brands, was on his Petty Manx Norton and Dave Downer was on the 650 Dunstall Dominator. They were scrapping for the lead with Phil Read but dropped him off and neither of the two would back off - they were taking crazy chances and we all held our breath. I was at Clearways, the last corner, waiting to see who would come first out of Dingle Dell on the last lap. I can still remember the tension now.

Bottom line was that nobody came out Minter broke his back and Downer died in the ambulance. It's not a very cheerful story but I still remember it vividly and hearing the name Dunstall brought it all back. Jeez - that was 50 years ago

Ian

All this talk of bikes makes we want to ...... ohhh but SWMBO would never permit it. She remembers the time too well I dropped my Z400 right in front of an Artic having just barely touched that wet white lining on a bend. Phew that was close, I thought as he proceeded to drive over the handlebars.
Who here learnt on a Superdream? I'm embarrassed to admit.