The stand needs a home, so it nestles into the undercarriage of my car. It's 4:50, so traffic is moving kind of slow, so lets say I'm going 50 mph. Jamming a piece of steel into my undercarriage. Loud scraping noise. Really loud scraping noise.
Fortunately the cars behind me see the distress and slow down enough that I can pull over.
The thing is stuck in the middle of my undercarriage, dead in the middle of my front tires; pretty much even with them. I.e. I can't reach it. I decide the thing to do is jack the car up so I can get far enough under to pull the the thing out.
Did I mention it was raining? Did I mention I had to pee? Did I mention I was alongside a US interstate during rush hour?
After 20 minutes of wiggling and beating on the (now) damn thing I got it out.
The only apparent damage is that my airbag warning light is permanently on. I'm off to the dealership in the morning, fearing what replacing/repairing that will cost.
When I get home, I notice in this blog entry: A ladder, a sofa, box tops, kitchen cabinet door - things I’ve seen on our freeways. Yea, no kidding.
