So you’ve finally found the right sized wrench for that pesky bolt you are trying desperately to unfasten. Its hot, you are sweating and you always seem like you are in a rush. You are pushing against the wrench with your arm deep inside the innards of the car. You are struggling with all of your body weight up against the wrench. Then, the wrench slips off the head of the bolt. WHAM! Your knuckles, or in my case, my thumb head eighty miles an hour into who knows what under there. Whatever it was, it slammed and sliced deep under the bed of my left thumbnail. That’s right I said, “Under my thumbnail”. It’s a feeling I can’t quite explain and it shot my nervous system with a jolt of pain that rattled my brain. Without going into too much detail, I cracked my thumbnail wide open and the red-stuff was seeping out—all over my toolage. In an effort to stop the hemorrhaging I grabbed at what was most available in a garage. A shop towel and some duct tape. Who needs Band-aids? I’m a car-guy. Besides, I still had a car to finish working on—the show must go on. So, with grease and all I wrapped the sucker up and got back to that bolt I was trying to loosen. It was loose now. Don’t worry, I washed my hands after the car was done and now I’ve got a new piece of paper-towel and some scotch tape holding the new one on.