This was going back to my kit car making days.
There I am in my one car lock up, doing some welding on my car. There's no power in my lock up, so it's gas welding.
Tum te tum, getting on great here.....
Hmmm, my leg's getting a bit warm, I'll move it away from the heat a little.
Tum te tum ............
Hmmm. leg's still a litle warm - better move it further.
Tum te tum ............
Still hot - a bit further then.
This continues 'till my leg was against the garage wall and I cannot move it any further. At this point I decide that I'd better flip the mask up and have a look.
SH*T! Leg's on fire. With remarkable coolness I pat out the flames.
At this point in the story I think that maybe I'd better point out the condition of my overalls - old and really really grease stained. Plus, with gas welding all day I guess that the atmosphere's pretty oxygen rich.
Hmmmm. Pat the flames out.
So what happens? Whoomp! Leg bursts into flames again.
Hmmmm. Pat the flames out again.
Whoomp! Leg bursts into flames again.
Hmmmmmm. There's a pattern developing here.
Luckily I notice a bucket in the corner of the garage. I grab it and rush round to the standpipe at the end of the block, my leg an impressive mass of smoke and flames.
So there I am, standing at the standpipe, leg on flames, waiting for the bucket to fill.
Finally!!!! Leg goes into the bucket up to mid-calf. There's a loud hissing and the flames finally go out. I leave it in the water for a while to cool down. Much to the amusement of the kids hanging round ...................
Had my thick leather Redwing boots on so no real damage other than to my overalls and my dignity.