RonA
specialist in repairing sealed for life equipment
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I learnt to weld at my local college of knowledge in the 70’s, just Arc & Oxy/Acetylene, the college had just got their first Mig set, still expensive.
My father (a joiner by profession) decided he would like to do the course with me.
One night we had to weld very heavy plate using Oxy/Acetylene, which generated a lot of heat.
I happened to be meeting my girlfriend that night & asked to leave early, leaving my father to continue welding.
When I eventually returned home, my mother was waiting & began haranguing me for leaving my father.
My father always wore his bib & brace overalls for the classes & seemingly the radiated heat from the welding had set his overalls on fire, requiring the lecturer to extinguish him!!
He did suffer some minor burns but they healed quicker than my damaged hearing.
RonA
My father (a joiner by profession) decided he would like to do the course with me.
One night we had to weld very heavy plate using Oxy/Acetylene, which generated a lot of heat.
I happened to be meeting my girlfriend that night & asked to leave early, leaving my father to continue welding.
When I eventually returned home, my mother was waiting & began haranguing me for leaving my father.
My father always wore his bib & brace overalls for the classes & seemingly the radiated heat from the welding had set his overalls on fire, requiring the lecturer to extinguish him!!
He did suffer some minor burns but they healed quicker than my damaged hearing.
RonA





Anyway, the fuel shot out over the distributor cap and ignited, spraying the top of the wing in burning petrol. In my panic not to let any paint get blistered, I quickly wiped the burning wing with my overall sleeve. This was a mistake because the wing blew out on its own but my arm caught fire. Feeling the burning I tried to beat it out with the other arm but (you've guessed it) two arms on fire! From here I did manage to beat out the flames and suffered no more than singed overalls and a glowing arm. Even the car was fine. Looking back is was quite comical as it turned out but it could have been very different.

I think it was all caused by a single spurt of petrol and that burnt out. In the end I was waving my flaming arms in the street like some fire juggling act! The car was a breakdown I was attending in a quiet street and I had the keys already so nobody ever saw my 'act'. It was a pretty standard quick test for fuel supply from a mechanical fuel pump in those days but since I couldn't easily get at the carburettor end of the pipe I just pulled off the outlet from the pump. Looking back, a simple spare bit of pipe directed at the ground would have saved me from the fright and the smouldering overalls!