Often referred to as a "bathtub curve", due to the shape of the probability curve. The same is used to demonstrate probability of failure of equipment, there always being high infant failures due to assembly or quality issues, and high end of life failures due to wear and aging, with a relatively low and constant probability of failure over the many years in-between.
I have had two broken bones, both of my fibulas, the smaller bone in the calf. I broke the left one when I slipped on some ice in a ski lodge. The Ski Patrol EMT thought it was just sprained and I walked on it for six weeks until my next doctor's appointment, when he insisted on getting it X-rayed. It had broken, but was perfectly aligned and almost completely healed. The right one was broken when I slipped on a grassy slope in the rain, at a trucker friend's accident scene, going down to retrieve his personal effects out of his truck. That one required surgery to put in a plate and screws.I had never broken a bone until 2019 (pinky toes on doors don't count). My left hand met a malfunctioning freight elevator door. Ouch!
If anybody asks, look em dead in the eye and say it quietly: "yakuza".
Holy SH*T, that's insane!Over the years my wife has driven me to the ER so many times. Here's a good one. I decided to put a Briggs motor on a bicycle. Top speed was about 65 mph...insane on a flimsy bicycle & no helmet. I had an ignition toggle switch for a "Jake brake".
First trial run I had the side cover off, started it, it was idling and I had a flat blade 6" shaft screwdriver I was going to adjust the carburetor with. BOOM! The screwdriver shaft hit the spinning flywheel fins which drove screwdriver into my right eye.
I shut motor off & pulled screwdriver out. Closed my good eye and looked at the sun. I was blind except sun I could see what looked like a purple curtain. I went to house "well...I did it now!" I said to wife. She grabbed a towel, drove me 80 mph to hospital flashers on, me holding a bloody towel over eye.
X-ray showed screwdriver went into my brain. (That's what's wrong with me) Doctors asked why I pulled it out? Just a reaction. All they could do was sew up the eyelid, sent me home with an eyepatch and pain meds. The screwdriver went through lid at top, rolling eyeball back.
Looking at it next day it was horrible, red and iris wasn't there. I went to a local eye center to be checked out and given drops of some sort. Then checking every few days the white part appeared, then after a few weeks something below which was the iris. Day by day the iris slowly moved around until finally it was back! Vision was blurry at first but cleared up! Back at the eye center they called me "the miracle guy". I'm 71, no cataracts and they said 20-20 vision. I do use reading glasses for close work, although I can read normal print ok.
I see you take the "hold my beer" thing quite seriously!I thought the Briggs motorized bicycle I set up was pretty ingenious. I fabricated a steel mount over rear wheel, removing about 6" of fender at the top. Bike was a 60's Sears 3 speed with caliper brakes.
Plate was hinged with a lever on it and I had a wide billet aluminum pulley that fit the horizontal motor shaft perfectly, even had a key way. Start the motor, pedal bike a bit and lower spinning pulley onto top of tire. I used right handlebar grip with cable for the throttle. Kill switch close by was a Jake brake since caliper brakes didn't do much.
The next evening after I was released from the hospital I took it out for it's maiden voyage...eyepatch and all. I had calculated the speed and had my neighbor follow me in his car to check the speed.
I had a 2D cell headlight with a horn on handlebars.
Once out on the main road there was a long flat stretch and I opened it up. My neighbor said at that point he clocked me at 65. I passed some guy on a moped and two old ladies in a Mercury...their expression was priceless. I then made a left turn onto our secondary road giving a hand signal and luckily missed a large dog.
Back on our road the last mile went pretty quick and using Jake brake, calipers and dragging both feet barely made the turn up our driveway. I stopped at the garage where the bicycle fell apart. Literally. The pulley on tire worked but the big rubber band spoke protector was outside the tire. The handlebars fell off and I guess from the vibration basically all the nuts and screws had loosened. Both the old tires were shot.
I often think about how lucky I was to make it back home in one piece.
Honestly, I thought getting a screwdriver in the eye and then pulling it out was hard to beat, but then next day he's hauling azz @ 65mph on a bicycle lol!! Fuddy, you're fookin legend, this is gonna be 2 tales I'm gonna be sharing with my drinking buddies.
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) Doctors asked why I pulled it out? Just a reaction. All they could do was sew up the eyelid, sent me home with an eyepatch and pain meds. The screwdriver went through lid at top, rolling eyeball back.
. I had calculated the speed and had my neighbor follow me in his car to check the speed.