Glad your Ok...A hundred years ago, well only thirty or forty my uncle had had been working on his pride and joy for years, it was a '49 Mercury lead sled, original running gear. Chopped and shaved with a bull nosed hood...it was B A D bad to the bone. He had just got it back from the body/paint, it was done in a very oily black and was very nice. An older woman in his parking garage backed into him and it had to go back to body and paint on her dime but nonetheless, then there was an issue with the hood hinge, car seemed a little jinxed. His ex brother in law ran a local transmission shop and Rodg had asked him about adjusting the clutch, his BIL was a cool guy and told him to drop by early he'd get on it right away. Rodg got there real early, his Bro told him to grab a cup of coffee, as soon as they finish with a car on the lift they get to him next. He noticed the car up on the lift running at a pretty high idle, a younger guy was adjusting the transmission in some manner. He grabbed a cub of coffee, it was fairly cold outside the shop doors were closed. He told me he was just hanging out and he hears a squealing sound and the car on the lift goes into gear in reverse and drives off the lift, crashes on the ground through the shop doors and drives out into the parking lot and starts doing lazy circles, on every revolution it smacks the Merc BAM, around the circle BAM. The kid is running around the outside of the car trying to get in and finally figures out cutting if off at the pass on the inside and finally gets it stopped after it has smacked the Merc at least three or four times, turning it a good quarter turn. Roger is standing there with his cup of coffee in his hand, just shaking his head, I can see him. He ended up getting it sorted out, and put it up for auction at the next auto boat speed show. He never built another car, wait...thats another story.