Walk outside the garage where there's more light, bend way over to get a good view down into the carb, let go with a good long blast.
A tidal wave of carb cleaner is heading straight back into my wide open eye ball.
I swear to god, I actually saw the gush before it soaked my wide open eye. Or at least, I think I did.
In any case, I was instantly crying and hopping around in pain. Tried to get inside to a sink to flush it out as fast as possible.
Imagine the scene as I'm trying to open the door to the laundry room from the garage. 6'6" bean stalk screaming and hopping up and down in pain. I have the carb cleaner in one hand, the carb in the other.
My first attempt at opening the door, I can't figure out how to turn the knob with my wrists.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING?!!!
I finally realize that I need to drop the carb cleaner and the carb and camly open the door and proceed to the laundry room sink.
Damn, that took a lot of flushing.
Edited by Woods_Rider, 13 February 2012 - 09:35 PM.