Rate this story As I began my two-week vacation a week ago, I decided to upgrade my antique car into a “hot rod”. Since my wife would be away on travel for a month, I felt like “a free man” again to work on my masterpiece without worrying going to bed. On Friday night when my wife was busy packing, I couldn’t help but sneaked into the garage to prepare my tools. I quickly jacked up the car so that I could work on it right away next morning. As I retracted, I must have kicked something as the jack...
