Did you abuse your parents cars?

So is your avitar indicative of how you treat your own? I'd hate for you to borrow my car.

 

One day about a month before I was legal to drive, I took my dads '85 corolla out for a stroll. I found out very quick that car will only run about 105mph. It will catch air like a beauty though. Needless to say I broke the stereo and he got in the next day to the misfits full blast, haha. Needless to say I was busted.

 

hell ya! ........ i just wish i still can..

 

The car was a baby blue 66 Chevy Impala 4 door with a 283 2 barrell and a three on the tree. My older brother (18 yrs old) and I (16 yrs old) abused it with power shifting, burnouts all while dad was at work. That car was tough even when my brother spit the driveshaft out of it then walked to the junk yard bought another driveshaft for $10 bucks and had it fixed before dad got home from work. I come full circle because my two sons used my wife's brand new car with less then 2000 miles on it come home with the right front corner damaged (dents and scratches ) with the rider side mirror broke off with a story that they just parked it in front of a friend's house and when they came outside it had been hit. I got to hand it to him because I grilled him on the story but he stuck to.

 

Hotrodprimer ... you have met my Dad ...
He was NOT stupid ... I never got to drive his stuff

But he did OK by my brother and I ... and got each of us a car ...
My Brother still has his first car.



Needs restoring now after all these years. He has owned it since 1971 or 1972

 

My father bought a new 58 turnpike cruser O'BOY, I drove it with three of my frends 30 miles to the cap cod rotery and 30 miles back with the speeo reading 120. When we got home the whole back of the car was covered with oil . I had to wash it and put in 3qts. now 50 years later we still laugh about it.

 

My mom had an 87 buick regal that i learned to drive in. It needed an engine bad but it was the only automatic in the family so we had to keep it going till the day came for my road test. I passed and we promptly swapped in a crate 350 and 350 tranny. After that i had my licence and ill tell you what that car hauled ass I ripped the mufflers off of it a few times bottoming out on jumps. No major crashes though. I did crash my dads 88 suburban once. I was going a bit too fast in the winter and took out a mailbox with the drivers door. I drove off before the old lady in the house had a chance to yell at me. I got to my freinds house and removed the door pannel and poped the giant dent out and suprizingly it didnt leave a mark. Finally when we were selling the truck my dad noticed the metal had a bit of a crinkle in it and i admitted i had dented it. By then he didnt care about it anymore

 

My folks had 2 cars....a 55 olds super 88 with a 324, 4 barrel and a 4 speed hydro and the ol man's ride was a brand new 64 ranchero with a hot 260, 4 speed.
The olds:
All together I blew the rear end, the tranny, a U-joint and got blamed for a smoked rear wheel bearing, not to mention flat-spotting a brand new walnut snow tire with the emergency brake.
The ranchero:
It was still under warrantee when I blew the clutch disc, showing a buddy how the modern 4 speed would actually go into 1st gear at freeway speeds. My foot slipped off the clutch at 70 MPH in low gear....oops.

 

One time after my parents went to sleep, i snuck their car out to go joy ride with my friends (i was 15 and had just got my permit). Right before i got back to the house i turned off the lights and started to coast into the driveway as to go unnoticed, but i had forgotton that my mothers giant ceramic kiln was taken out of the garage and placed about three feet in front of the closed door. I then procceded
to slam into the kiln and knock it right through the garage door. My dad came running out of the house in his underwear and needless to say i was in deep shit! Good Times

 

I think my parents 86 Dodge mini van abused me !

 

When I was 17 and had my license for 2 weeks, I put my Dad's Commodore into a pole, sideways at about 150 Km/h. In a 50 zone. Broke a dozen bones in my leg and foot, and opened up my head where the head rest broke off.

To this day, its the fastest I've ever gone on the road.

 

When I turned 16 it was my turn to drive the families "spare car" which happened to be a 61 4 door baby blue Rambler American. It was actually a really cherry car but for a young gearhead in the muscle car era driving it was total humiliation. But it beat walking. Soo I took my humiliation out on the car. Obivously with a flathead six and 2 speed automatic it was no ball of fire. I found out it would chirp the tires by doing a neutural start i.e. stand on the gas in neutural and drop it into drive. This worked well until one day I did this and BAM!! driveshaft on ground with mutilated U-joint. That was a tough call to make home. The surly Irishman (my dad) was less than impressed. He made me buy the parts and fix it myself. No more neutural starts. After that I decided it was really fun to get my buddies in the Rambler and see how fast we could go on the dirt roads through the local vineyards and orange groves. I found that if you went fast enough you could actually get all 4 wheels airborne on some of the bigger humps and bumps. One night I was persuaded to be the wheelman when we were commiting a minor act of vandalisim on a rivals house. Upon getaway I thought somebody was following us, so being the brilliant teenager that I was I turned on the nearest side street and proceeded at a high rate of speed. Unfortunately I discovered this was a deadend street with a orange grove at the end. Luckily there was a side street to turn off of to the right. I learned one thing that night. 61 Ramblers do not like to make 90 degree right turns at 50 MPH. A full on 4 wheel drift ensued ending with the left side wheels slamming into the curb. The Rambler tipped to the left and hung at the balance point ready to roll over for what seemed like a real long time. Fortunately no roll, tipped back on 4 wheels and we were gone. I shook for hours after that one. Turned out nobody was chasing us. Best of all was doing donuts in the parking lot of Ontario Motor Speedway. I was huge a hard compacted lot with a layer of gravel on top. Perfect! I would do high speed donuts until the hupcaps fell off. After abusing this poor car for a year or so It finally gave up and the motor blew. Three Brothers Auto Wrecking gave us 15 bucks for it. By this time I had a job and money so I bought a 1 owner 64 El Camino SS with a 327 and slip and slide. Life was good I was finally cool, didn't abuse that car.
My dad said then and still contends the Rambler was a great car till I got ahold of it. I disagreed then. I don't now.

 

I was never given the chance to abuse my parents car. when I took drivers ed. my mom said "I don't know whay you are taking that class.. your'e not touching my car"

I took my driving test in my best friends mom's 65 Impala... I didn't appreciate how nice that was of them at the time ... turned 16 in January 1976, got my license, got a job and saved just about every penny until I got my 49 chevy in August which I still have. my buddy had to drive it home since I had never driven a clutch. taught myself how to drive in that car.

I didn't get to abuse a car 'til I bought my 69 GTO in 78. it would be a safe bet that I never drove that car without burning rubber.

now my mom has a new Hundai. I drive a 76 volvo with 250,000 miles on it. it's a 4 hour drive to Santa Maria next week so I'll be renting a car. not even going to give my mom the chance to say no.

 

The old man was too smart to let me drive any of his iron.
Cut grass and other things and bought a worn out 55 4 dr Plymouth
and was king of the road till it took a shit.

 

i bought my dads car from him and the same day i got my license i slammed into a brand new s-10 blazer(at over 90 mph in a school zone) then got hauled in for hit & run. good times.

 

My best friend and I used to take my dad's 66 Imperial Crown Coupe, and put on 4 1/2" blocks and turn the front torsions down, and go cruising when they would go to Arkansas for vacation. One year they came back early and caught us cruising Johnnys Broiler.

 

Ha ! I wish .. I was almost 6 foot tall an had my own car at 13 , so whenever i asked my old man would say "Whats wrong with your own bloody car now ?".

 

o man...

mom had an 88 Escort when i was like 14, i discovered that if you revved it up to about 4000rpms and dumped the clutch, the front tires would hop off the ground about an inch, then a big one wheel burnout would ensue...

then she had a 91 grand am with the quad 4 HO and we lived in an apartment complex..every time it rained, i would go out and "drift" around all the corners...run about 35, pull the e-brake, and nail it....when your 15, that hellaciously fun....

one day, in that same grand am, i did one hell of a burnout, both wheels pulled that time and there was so much smoke i couldn't breathe, couldn't see anything in front of me or around me......car lasted about another week before my sister completely fucked it up by running it at about 7 grand in 1st gear for about a mile....car was an automatic and 2nd gear was out...so you had to get up to about 3k and let off and it would shift to third....she didn't seem to care and just kept it buried....

while doing that burnout, one of moms friends saw me and all he said was "damn, and she's buying my 84 LeSabre next week).....that lesabre and its puny little 307 got the living hell driven out of it.....

 

I learnt to drive in a landcruiser that had been around Australia and was pretty tired, but man that thing could do some fantastic jumps with a trailer hitched on (yes I forgot it was attached - was so lucky it stayed hitched)

Didn't get a car until I was around 19, before then I road everywhere on my motorcycle. Drag racing cars, side swiping trams with girls on the back, knocking of side mirrors on dropkick taxi drivers, was all fun and games for a few years.

 

I remember being about 14 or 15 and taking this girl I knew parent's K-car out when the were gone square dancing. Almost got caught once. We had a State Trooper follow us for awhile. We had all four of us in the front seat. Another time some buddies took there parents wagon to come pick me up. When they pulled up in front of the house they hit the curb and blew the tire. We drove it home and changed the tire to one from another car at the house.

 

My parents ruined the pizazz of romping with the family car by turning in the '83? Chevy Nova in for a '90 Chevy Celebrity Wagon a year or two before I started driving. Even so, being a passenger in my moms car was enough to learn "what not to do." And of course, dads truck was always off limits until the one time the two of them flew to vegas for a weekend. That's when I learned, although I'd replaced the fuel, they can still keep tabs on mileage.

 

Maybe not as glamerous but I took my moms 90 somthin sedan deville and was blazin on a rolling back road I was comin up on some glass so I let off ( was rollin 110 120) came over the crest and it was a whole family of possum lookin at the lights I burried the throttle and killed every fn one of em (what you thought i would hit the break?) had to do it nascar and power through I could hear all their horrible shattered little bodies being turned to mulch as I went over em. Man I was terrified to look at the front end after all that ruckus pulled into a self spray booth at the car wash and took inventory. grill and headlights check looked under and about lost my lunch..... spent the rest of the night power washing red goo and fur from the bottom of the car. I wish i could have heard the speculation of the attendants the next morning!!

 

I turned 16 in 1964 and I learnt to drive on my mum's 1938 Willys sedan. By the time I was 17 and could get my licence I'd bought my grandfather's 1941 Willys sedan off him for $20, and I abused that instead! I also bought a 1953 Ford ute and drove the Hell out of it until I smashed a piston, then drove it for a couple of months more until the rod finally bashed its way through the side of the bore. That old 8BA sidevalve engine was tough.

Cheers, Glen.

 

And because I beat the shit out of my dad's car,years later I caught our daughter beating the shit out of my car.

 

As far as I know the shifter on the column of my family's 62 Chevy II was a manufacturer defect.......and so were 3 replacements ...they just snapped into!

 

Man, I had to buy a car off my parents before I was ever allowed to drive one of their cars. I was even racing semi-professional (Rally) at the time and they still didn't trust me! Could and still can drive rings around them, I was asked to be an instructor at an advanced driving school but still they dont trust me.
Whats a guy gotta do to thrash his parents car?

 

I think I fucked up all three cars we had when I started driving.

I didn't drive the '72 Cutlass much before they sold it when my grandparents bought a 2 year old '88 Caprice and gave us the '84 LeSabre they bought new. They probably should have kept it and given it to me to take care of and I'd have learned faster. Plus while it was a 350 it was only a 2bbl, not exactly a race car.

Instead I drove my dad's bought-new '70 Gran Prix 4-speed. That car would do 120 MPH without too much trouble even with almost 140,000 miles on it, and with the posi I fried the tires pretty good any chance I got. In fact one time I came to a T-intersection and they had just tar and graveled one lane of the road - I did a burnout across it that pulled that shit up and left marks that were there for at least a year. Eventually it got a rod knock that led to an expensive, half-assed repair - they did the bottom end but no rings and it burned oil after that. Finally I was out of town and pulling away from a light and looked down to change the radio and looked back up in time to lock the brakes and slide into a guy who'd stopped for someone turning left ahead of him, and he sold the car for like $500.

But that was well after one day coming home from school going way too fast on a 2-lane road I come around a blind spot and a delivery van is stopped right in my lane. I locked it up and slid in the gravel and crap from salting the road, into the snowbank on the left, right into a telephone pole, totalling his then 4 year old '87 T-bird. The guy in the truck took off, after seeing me stagger out of the car bleeding from a small cut on my forehead. He probably thought he'd get blamed for it.

I should have known better for that one because I'd already done a 180' spin in the '84 Buick, only surviving unscathed because it stopped in an intersection instead of in a guardrail.

Now that thing was a marshmallow-suspension boat with a 307 and 200R4. While not fast, it sure would tow a lot of things with a U-haul temporary hitch on the back. Including a '74 Dodge 3/4 ton 4x4 with the plow in the back we had to tow after I'd tried to drive it illegally back from where we bought it and got to the end of the dude's driveway and it blew a brake line. My buddy is ahead of me in the Buick and I see me hitting him so I tried to hit the horn... no horn either. So I aimed to the right and ended up clipping a telephone pole, smashed some little utility box in front of it all to shit. The guy came up and he decided to take the blame over it rather than have our parents maybe sue him or something for selling us that POS. I peeled one of the rubber bumper guard strips off the car with the left edge of the plow.

Eventually, of course, the 200R4 blew out; it only took 40,000 miles to kill it. We no sooner got it back from rebuild one, than I tried to drive it, and they fucked it up, left out a seal or something. I killed it again in the course of about 20 miles - no fluid, it was leaking bad and we didn't know it. So it went back to be fixed again. That rebuild lasted about 20,000 miles and when it was taken to another shop they couldn't rebuild the core - they said it looked like it had come out of a car that had been in a fire. I don't know if it was the original trans or the previous shop just patched it up from something they had laying around. My dad finally sold that car, running, driving with a good trans and I tried to track it down because it had my hubcaps on it, only to find it went right to the crusher just about the same day.

The '88 T-bird that replaced the '87 got the door smashed in a hit and run while I was out with it. Not my fault except I should have expected it where I'd parked. But we ran it until the trailing arm mount rotted out.

The ironic thing is the last straw that my mom refuses to this day to let me drive the pickup she has now, is I borrowed it to haul off an S10 to my buddy's place and got most of the way there and it blew out a brake line - I stopped to look at a lot I bought and got back in, put it in gear and my foot went right to the floor. So I got under it, decided I could fix it since there was a connection in that rear line I could take apart, went to open the bleeder screw - and that broke off. I wasn't abusing the truck, or doing anything wrong at all, had I not borrowed it that day, it would have blown out while she was driving it a few days or weeks later. It pulled the S10 like that wasn't even there, too, the weight of it may have contributed some, but I don't think it was that much. I'm just glad I decided to stop there, otherwise the next place I'd have used the brakes was a stop sign on a busy road.

I'm still somewhat hard on vehicles, but now it's because of occasional towing and hauling with them. I finally dragged out one of my older cars to scrap Wednesday and my truck couldn't pull it on the wet grass - unless I got a bit of a running start in low gear. After I got it pulled halfway around I went and got out the tractor. I just replaced the front U-joint and it was damned expensive by the time I bought a new yoke for the pinion. It seems the bolts in it decided to break - I broke two and the shop I took it to to see if they could get it apart, broke a third. They didn't think they could get the bolts out without ruining the yoke, and I agreed, I didn't think heating it up cherry red would be a good idea. After those bolts cost $200 or so I didn't want to mess it up again. But I also wasn't sure if the car would roll and my buddy's tractor is fairly small, so I didn't want to horse it around if it couldn't pull the car on down to where I would cut it up.

I guess maybe I finally learned to take care of other people's vehicles.

 

My dad had 2 vehicles that i loved. the first was a 62 chevy short box 2wd half ton.. Manual, dual exhaust. I flogged on that truck alot, one night the ol 350 dropped a valve onm a downshift, the valve went down touched the top of the piston and the piston pushed up into the head and bent it in the guide so it didnt fall back down, ran that way for a bit till he knew something was really wrong, and we took it apart and there were 3 small divits in the top of the piston and a bent velve stuck up in the head, i was damn lucky it didnt poke a hole in the piston or screw anything up real bad.


2nd car was my dads street rod, 1938 chevy tudor, Really hot 350 and an auto.

out drag racing it one night, the battery came loose in the box, and arced acrost the posts and blew the battery up in the trunk.

I raced that car alot against alot of people from my hometown and surrounding areas... drop it into low at about 30 and it would just boil the hides, had stock rear springs in it and dad looked under the car once and saw the 2nd leaf turned into an S and i got my ass kicked. I tild him it was his fault for running stock rear springs in a HP car HAHAH

 

Yes, but they deserved it...

Did your parents buy a baby blue 1979 AMC Concord 4 door a year before you turned 16?

 

Never got a chance I had 2 older brothers that destroyed all their cars so the rest of us kids never got a chance to ever drive any of my parents cars.