Impressive

[Black_Sheep]

Last night I was looking for my rechargeable work light and it was nowhere to be found. After a futile search I started thinking about when I used it last and remembered that on Sunday I used it while adjusting the rear brakes on the GTX. I looked under the car and there it was, hanging from the rear floor pan. The impressive part was that I took the GTX for a 20+ mile test drive on Tuesday evening. The magnet doesn’t seem that powerful but it held on for the ride…

 

[0DegreeEngineer]

I have had magnetic trays go for rides of 3000+ miles and make it back before, but never a flashlight, way to luck out!

 

[Don Frelier]

The sad part is these things happen more frequently with age.
At least for me they do.

 

[sam dupont]

We were working on the brakes of my folk's 1962 880. My Dad later chewed me out for losing his vice grips. He would say I was using sockets for gravel in the alley. A couple years later we had the tire off and there the vice grips were. My Dad had clipped them on the chassis to put them somewhere and forgot. We laughed.

 

[#41]

The sad part is these things happen more frequently with age.
At least for me they do.

.... but then you forget about the incident and everything is good again.

 

[GetX'd]

I have one of those stories. I was in Seattle on business and decided to stay a few extra days and take the rental car up to Vancouver, BC. because I’d never been. Drove aways north of Seattle and stopped at a rest station to get out of my suit and into something more comfortable. So I opened to trunk, changed clothes and continued to head to Canada. Before getting there - but close and knowing I’d need to show my drivers license to cross the boarder I did a quick pocket check. Whoops no wallet. Then I’m a little panicked because I would also need my DL to board a plane to head home. So I’m thinking … where is it……

So I head back south about about 200 miles or so to that rest stop. The only place I had stopped to change clothes - had to have left or dropped it there. I get there. No one turned it in a d it was nowhere to be found… I’m thinking deep **** for me. So I go back to the car to go thru the trunk for the 4th time…. Not there. I put my foot up on the bumper to think ….. What do I see- my wallet sitting on the back bumper where I must have put it while changing. So that sucker took about a 400+ mile round trip on that bumper, never falling off… I’m stunned, shocked and kind of relieved. Got back in the car and headed back up to Canada - keeping my secret of sheepishness until today…..