So, we're parked in an Atlanta convenience store, it's getting dark and I've got the fans zip tied in place.  I've got them wired and both are running.  Yeah!  See the fan on the right?  See how it's hanging over the one on the left?  If I move this...just a little.  So I grab the upper right edge of the fan to pull it up and to the right.  STUPID MOVE!!  My pinky and ring fingers wrap around the edge of the fan and - yup, right into  the very sharp plastic molded blades which are spinning at 3600 rpm's.  Bad, bad, bad...I know it's bad and I haven't even looked at them yet and I KNOW it's bad.  "OK, you gotta look.  Just open your hand up and see how bad it is".  Without going into a lot of graphic details both finger tips were still attached.  I go to the front of the bus where Teri is standing guard (remember the neighborhood).  I say, "I cut my hand really bad".  She says, "how bad"?  I say, "Emergency Room bad".  She says, "911 bad"?  I say, "well considering I can't drive the bus to the hospital, I'd say YES".  Teri calls 911.  They want to know where we are.  We can't see a street sign, the store doesn't have a address number on it.  Time to check with Siri.  She shows us a map, but by then the EMT says, "never mind, we've got your location from your phone".  Cool huh?  So, before the ambulance arrives guess who shows up with all the lights flashing the siren going, etc.  The Fire Department!  Big red truck.  So they ask, "what happened"?  Now I gotta say "I did something really stupid".  They (there's three of them) all nod together while watching the blood dripping from my hand.  One asks, "How bad"?  I say, "Everything is still attached, but not real well".  So, they get out a bottle of sterile saline and tell me to open my hand.  Seriously??  They insist.  I open my hand.  They dump a liter of water on the tips of my almost cut off fingertips.  That hurt really, really bad.  Just then the ambulance rolls up.  Three more guys.  They ask, "So, what happened"?  Really?  I gotta tell everybody how stupid I am AGAIN??  I climb into the ambulance and make myself comfortably on their cozy stretcher thing.  They wrap my hand up in a ball of gauze, and we're off to Atlanta Medical Center.  Long story short, I get an x-ray (broke the tip off Mr. Ring Finger), a real nice doctor about my age come in and asks.......  "So, what happened"?  I say, "I'm stupid you see, and I stuck my hand into a running radiator fan.  He says, "Happens all the time".  So there are a lot of other stupid people out there - not just me.  He numbs me up, scrubs the hell out of my fingers, and sews me up - about 15 stitches.  I've got pictures, but Teri said I couldn't post them.  We had a great conversation about the Bus.  I show him some pictures from my phone.  He says, "Ive got a '49 Hudson, a '67 Karmann Ghia, and a '70 Ghia".  Cool.  So, he sews me up and as we're leaving he runs up and says, "check it out".  He shows  me pics of his cars from his phone.  Cool huh?
So, we  call a cab.  The cab pulls up to the ER entrance, we get in - me with a big bandage.  The cabbie says, "so, like what happened"?  Really?  We ride back to the Bus, and head out - only six hours from disintegration to on the road again.  We drove to the outskirts of Atlanta (missed rush hour - which I hear is really bad), found a motel and parked the Bus for the night.  Two more days on the road and we were home with no further complications.
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