MSD electrocution

[Pablo]

Yesterday I had the worst electrical shock of my life.

I was setting the timing on my firebird and had my hand on the dist. The bird has an MSD with accel coil. I dont even know what happened, all I knew is that all of the sudden my whole body shook with a ferocity that was basically debilitating. I couldnt think, I couldnt look, I couldnt scream, it felt like an eternity, what little I could thnk was that somehow my whole body got pulled into the alternator fan.

Finally the car stalled and i let out a gutteral yelp and realized i was ok, I just had to sit down and figure out what the hell happened.

I had been shocked by the stock ignition before and it just made my arm jump. I felt every ignition pulse coming out of that coil wire. I guess thats what it feels like to get tazered.

I was fine afterwards, my jaw hurt though I think I musta clenched my teeth.

NOT cool

 

[peterkin]

Man...I'm glad that you're o.k. and I apolgize in advance, but this sh!t was funny! I'm still sitting here laughing as I'm typing this:

1. because it's happened to me before
2. because it's happened to me before and i did the same thing you did.

I just sat there for a minute trying to figure out what just happened, but being an engineer I knew what it was. All I could do afterwards was to look around and see if anyone else saw me " dancing to the music " and then just laugh at myself.

Again, I apologize if I offended you, but it was funny!

 

[bruce]

Originally posted by Pablo

I was fine afterwards, my jaw hurt though I think I musta clenched my teeth.

One thing to keep in the back of your mind when working around HV is that it makes muscles contract. With a running engine, always use something other then you hand to grab, lean, touch, anything near HV. That way if something goes wrong, you clench the *something*.

Typical igntion system is like 10-20 millijoules. Defribulating starts at ~10 joules.

But, at least as electrochock therapy value goes, you should find things not too depressing for a day or two....

 

[Reaper]

sorry but i am laughing cause thats really the only thing i am programmed to do!


its good that your ok and NOT hurt but damn that is kinda funny



My dad once had me wire an exit sign, but failed to tell me that the Power was still on... needless to say i fell ass over tea kettle when i grabbed the hot wire!


He thought it was funny only cause it didnt happen to him!

 

[Pablo]

Dont worry I would be laughing too, Im glad some good came of it atlest

 

[NJTurbo]

Pablo

Glad you are okay...

 

[Welby]

Re: Re: MSD electrocution

Originally posted by bruce

But, at least as electrochock therapy value goes, you should find things not too depressing for a day or two....

That's hilarious!


I got hit with a stock ignition once, that was enough....

MSD: Muscular Spasm Demonstrator

 

[71RSZ28]

Been there, done that, so I can laugh too! Afterward it felt like my hand had been hit by a baseball bat...

 

[budmunch]

Be careful around a stock TR ignition...it is well beyond 100mj....ooouucccchhhhhhh.............

Bud

 

[1badTTA]

I'm laughing my arse off too as I too have done it, pulled a plugwire off with an MSD 6A attached, guess I became the path of least resistance at least untill the wire got yanked out of the distributor cap. Definately an OUCH!!!!

As always, I had to look around to see if anyone was watching, luckily only 1 person was, we had a good laugh together after that.

 

[turbobuickman]

When I was around 8 or so, I was helping my mom do laundry and the dryer was unplugged so I climbed up to plug it in. It was tough to get that big plug in the outlet and while trying to push it in my thumb and fingers slipped down to the prongs that were still exposed. My whole body shook like CRAZY and next thing I know I'd been thrown off the dryer on to the floor. Needless to say, I pay more attention when plugging things in now

 

[NJTurbo]

Well I guess I will confess, 2 times.

Once I was at my uncle shop and the breaker blew for his 220 furnace, so he tells me to go turn the breaker on. You know one of those 1950's huge breakers, looks like you are frying Frankenstein. So the floor was a little wet because the roof leaked, I hit the breaker and it clicked right back off. So like a idiot, I hit the breaker again. This time sparks flew out of the handle and nailed me straight on my ass. My spikes on my head were smoking.

The other time I was working on this guys Typhoon's that had a dead miss. Well like a meat head I had just gotten home from work and was still dressed with my movado watch on. I am trying to reach number 6 wire to pull the wire off with insulated pliers to see if the cylinder was getting juice. Well my watch leaned on the Positive battery terminal and the watch melted to my arm. I still have a nice scar from that, not to mention I had to rip my arm of the battery. That time really sucked.

 

[KEVINS]

Reminds me of this story I posted last year!!

WARNING - DO NOT EAT OR DRINK WHILE READING THIS!
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Dear Friends,

My wife Toni is fond of saying that my last words on this earth will be something akin to, “hey y'all, hold my beer and watch this!" Well, I have outdone myself once again. No doubt you will see this true story chronicled in a LifeTime movie in the near future. Here goes.

Last weekend I spied something at Larry's Pistol and Pawn that tickled my fancy. (Note:
Keep in mind that my "fancy" is easily tickled). I bought something really cool for Toni. The occasion was our 22nd anniversary and I was looking for a little something extra for my sweet girl. What I came across was a 100,000-volt, pocket/purse-sized Tazer gun with a clip. For those of you who are not familiar with this product, it is a less-than-lethal stun gun with two metal prongs designed to incapacitate an assailant with a shock of high-voltage, low amperage electricity while you flee to safety. The effects are supposed to be short lived, with no long-term adverse affect on your assailant, but allowing you adequate time to retreat to safety. You simply jab the prongs into your 250 lb. Tattooed assailant, push the button, and i! t will render him a slobbering, goggle-eyed, muscle-twitching, whimpering, pencil-neck geek. If you've never seen one of these things in action, then you're truly missing out--way too cool!

Long story short, I bought the device and brought it home. I loaded two triple-a batteries in the darn thing and pushed the button. Nothing! I was so disappointed. Upon reading the directions (we don't need no stinkin' directions), I found much to my chagrin that this particular model
would not create an arch between the prongs. How disappointing! I do love fire for effect. I learned that if I pushed the button, however, and pressed it against a metal surface that I'd get the blue arch of electricity darting back and forth between the prongs that I was so looking forward to. I did so. Awesome!!! Sparks, a blue arch of electricity, and a loud pop!!! Yipeeeeee . . I'm easily amused, just for your information, but I have yet to explain to Toni what that burn spot is on the face of her microwave.

Okay, so I was home alone with this new toy, thinking to myself that it couldn't be all that bad with only two triple-a batteries, etc., etc. There I sat in my recliner, my cat Gracie looking on intently (trusting little soul), reading the directions (that would be me, not Gracie) and thinking that I really needed to try this thing out on a flesh and blood target. I must admit I thought about zapping Gracie for a fraction of a second and thought better of it. She is such a sweet kitty, after all. But, if I was going to give this thing to Toni to protect herself against a mugger, I did want some assurance that it would work as advertised. Am I wrong? Was I wrong to think that? Seemed reasonable to me at the time…

So, there I sat in a pair of shorts and a tank top with my reading glasses perched delicately on the bridge of my nose, directions in one hand, Tazer in another. The directions said that a one-second burst would shock and disorient your assailant; a two-second burst was supposed to cause
muscle spasms and a loss of bodily control; a three-second burst would purportedly make your assailant flop on the ground like a fish out of water. All the while I'm looking at this little device (measuring about 5" long, less than 3/4 inch in circumference, pretty cute really, and loaded with two itsy, bitsy triple-a batteries) thinking to myself, "no friggin' way!" Friggin' way--trust me, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

What happened next is almost beyond description, but I'll do my best. Those of you who know me well have got a pretty g! ood idea of what followed. I'm sitting there alone, Gracie looking on with her head cocked to one side as to say, "don't do it buddy," reasoning that a one-second burst from such a tiny lil' ole thing couldn't hurt all that bad (sound, rational thinking under the circumstances, wouldn't you agree?). I decided to give myself a one-second burst just for the hell of it. (Note: You know, a bad decision is like hindsight--always twenty-twenty. It is so obvious that it was a bad decision after the fact, even though it seemed so right at the time. Don't ya hate that?)

I touched the prongs to my naked thigh, pushed the button, and HOLY **************!
DAaaaauuuuuuMN!!! I'm pretty sure that Jessie Ventura ran in through the front door,
picked me up out of that recliner, then body slammed me on the carpet over and over again. I vaguely recall waking up on my side in the fetal position, nipples on fire, testicles nowhere to be found, soaking wet, with my left arm tucked under my body in the oddest position. Gracie was standing over me making meowing sounds I had never heard before, licking my face, undoubtedly thinking to herself, "do it again, do it again!" (Note: If you ever feel compelled to mug yourself with a Tazer, one note of caution. There is no such thing as a one-second burst when you zap yourself. You're not going to let go of that thing until it is dislodged from your hand by ! a violent thrashing about on the floor. Then, if you're lucky, you won't dislodge one of the prongs 1/4" deep in your thigh like yours truly.) SON-OF-A-***** that hurt! A minute or so later (I can't be sure, as time was a relative thing at this point), I collected my wits (what little I had left), sat up and surveyed the landscape. My reading glasses were on the mantel of the fireplace. How did they get there??? My triceps, right thigh and both titties were still twitching. My face felt like it had been shot up with Novocain, as my bottom lip weighed 88 lbs. give or take an ounce or two, I'm pretty sure.

By the way, has anyone seen my testicles? I think they ran away. I'm offering a reward. They're
round, rather large, kinda hairy, and handsome if I must say so myself. Miss 'em . . . sure would like to get 'em back.


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[Pablo]

That is hilarious, best story ive heard all week

 

[Raymond Bunch]

Originally posted by Pablo
That is hilarious, best story ive heard all week

We'll besides yours buddy You never cease to amaze me sometimes. Hey, I'll try to stop by later, see you then.

Ray

 

[NJTurbo]

LMAO

That was good.

 

[AZ Vic]

While we are on the subject

I have a few good ones to tell. First one was about 11 years ago, we were upgrading the electric service to an office building - it had an old aluminum wired service and we were putting in a 200 amp copper service. So, I ran the new service and conduit to the existing power pedestal and switched it over real quick so the office would not be without power for very long.

Well, then I needed to get rid of the abandoned aluminum wire but could not pull it out so I decided to cut it out - they were in different conduits. I had disconnected it and bent the wires around so they would not be close to anything hot. Well, the only way I could cut it out was with a hacksaw, so I took the blade loose and slipped it between the jacketed new (live) wire and the dead wire, put it back in the saw and started to cut through the dead line. About 2 minutes into it, it blew up in my face and blew me back about 10 feet. I was not hurt, thank God, but the blade and saw were toasty

Turns out, unbeknownst to me, the back side of the blade sliced through the insulation and arced.

Second one was about 2 years later, I took a new job with a new company and was placed with an idiot know it all, things can only be done this way, you dont know nothing... you know the type Anyways, me and this guy hit it off real well and the first day we almost came to blows... I just left and went outside to go hook up the electric service to this house. I sat down in front of the pedestal and grabbed the allen wrenches and without even thinking (still being really pissed off) jambed that allen in the breaker to loosen it for the wire.

The 200 amp breaker was on. That hurt like you would not believe. I have gotten nailed several times through my hand but this went through my whole body. The worst thing was I knew better. Luckily, that guy didn't see me get lit up.


The best (read worst) one I've ever got though, came from a capacitor on a commercial A/C unit... boy howdy... that one put a hurtin' on me, that lasted days!

 

[chevyII]

Thats a good point about your muscles contracting during shock. If you grab something you will hold tighter during shock and not be able to let go. There was an old timer that was telling me if you absolutly have to check for fire use the back side of you hand. If its hot you will break the connection when your bicep contracts. good tip from the IBEW