The worst thing you broke while showing off

While fishtailing (drifting, now a days) down an icy street, went to far and slammed into a snowbank from the snowplow. Busted up the front of my Dart.

 

One Lenco TH1200 cog box. Bulletproof? Guess not, showing off it would turn the hides through every gear. 1800hp and a lack of brains, the bitch wouldn't even get out and help me push!
You know the worst thing about it though? In big arse letters everywhere you see these things they say.......
Engineered for 1200hp.

 

My glasses and nose after kissing the windshield in my 56 Vicky, 390/ C6. Shifted the jicky column shift right into reverse trying to manually shift from 2nd to 3rd, full throttle in front of the High School. No seat belt, amazing how fast it stopped. Tough old Ford though, restarted and drove away.

 

aaahhhhahahhahahahaha..

 

In my 1967 Cougar I snapped the rear end doing a burn out around a corner, needless to say it went clunk and did not move.

 

I was 16 hanging out at the local DQ. I was laying on top of my 750 Norton , doing my best James Dean impersonation when the kick stand broke. i sprained my wrist so bad that I had to call my Dad to come and get me

 

Here's the scenario, I'm in my 64 GTO racing a 66 42? (something) Fairlane. I make a power shift into third and in a blink of an eye, a pinion cap breaks allowing the pinion to cock, locking up the rear, the shifter ball comes off with my fist wrapped around it slamming my fist into the dash breaking two knuckles. The speed and locked up rear take the cluster gear out of the tranny right before the driveshaft broke which sent the rear of the car high enough to leave gravel marks on the front bumper and roll pan. Didn't even have time enough the pull my now soiled underware out of the crack of my ass when the Fairlane came back with his hand stuck out wanting the money from the loser.

 

Luckily just my ego. And my watch showing off on my skateboard for my fiance who I had just met. Ha ha! I had forgot about that until just now.

 

One more thing comes to mind...

I was partners on a drag car a while back. A friend was staging the car at the local drags.

We had a transbrake B&M TH350 trans, and we had a couple season's worth of runs on it. It had been a reliable trans.
I know people will say a TH400 is tougher, but we had a small "street" car and a small 259 Studebaker engine running low 7's in the eighth, low 12's in the quarter, and TH 350 freed up over a dozen extra HP over the bigger trans. A TH400 would have slowed us down a bit.

Anyway, the transbrake works by activating both REVERSE GEAR and FIRST GEAR at the same time, locking up the transmission.
When you release the button, reverse gear releases, and the forward gears launch the car very hard.

...IF everything works as planned....

After a large number of passes, the forward clutches were wearing down a bit.

At the starting line, the engine was revving hard against the transbrake at about 3,000 - 3,200 rpm, the forward clutches were starting to slip, the tree started counting down,

just about time to launch,

ready,

ready,



and just barely before the green came on, the car suddenly took off BACKWARDS for about a car length or so before my friend locked the brakes and hit the kill switch.

It was hilarious.

One car went forward, one went backwards.

I don't know how to describe the sound the crowd made.
Maybe it was the sound of bewilderment.

It wasn't a very hard launch because the clutches just slipped badly, didn't break, just slipped, but it was still hard enough to look very comical.


I sure am glad it was one of those tracks that wouldn't let people get near the cars that were staging.

I have been to tracks where they let contestants and crew walk anywhere they wanted at any time.

I am very glad that a crew member from another team wasn't crossing the track behind the cars at that time, as I see people often do.

After we knew everyone was safe, it was a time to laugh about the funny show the crowd got to watch. A drag car taking off backwards.

For some reason, my friend was running a manual 4 speed the next year.

 

A friend of mine's mom's new car, four days after turning 16. Borrowed it and took a chick out ridin', she was real impressed when I blew the doors off another friend's brother's camaro....yep, right up to the moment we left the road, hit a tree, and rolled 3 times then got hit while upside down by said camaro. Lucked up though 'cause we all walked away.

 

That may have been more than luck.

 

Leaving the cluster gear and the bottom half of a 3 speed on the street in downtown Campbell when I threw the big shift in my '59 El Camino

 

I was 17, and my buddy let me drive his 66 mustang coupe, with a midly hopped up 289 that he absolutely cherished. We went to gas up, and he asks me if i want to drive home, and I was all over that. Finish filling up and the gas bar attendant tell me to "light em up" so I do, and fish tail it out of the gas station, only to bust the motor mount which in turn made the motor shift and cut the upper rad hose wide open, looked like a real asshole that day. We had the motor pulled and back in the next day, no biggie but he never lets me forget about it.

 

Funny stuff.

Broke a bunch of stuff on the track but.

I was in front of my high school one night in my 69 Camaro. My brother was there with his car and a couple other cars. I decided to do some dry donuts in front of the school and lay some tracks. I was coming around for the third or forth time and a loud noise and jolt to the car and I see a 15x8 Keystone come flying by and down the street. I am sitting in the middle of the street looking dumb and the car would barely limp to the side into a parking lot.

When I get out to survey the damage the whole center of the wheel was still bolted to the car. I go fetch the rest, the wheel hoop and tire, and could not believe it. I asked my brother if I hit the curb to break it but he said no I was in the middle of the street which I thought. Lucky the wheel did not hit anyone!

 

I snapped the trailing arm on My 67 chevelle vert. leaving from breaking up with a girl and had to go back and use her phone to call for a wrecker. Another occasion I had the throttle linkage stick on my 67 fairlane vert. and trenched my parents and my neighbors lawn.

 

Driving up to Laramie one day in my '86 Trans Am I got passed by a '70 cuda. Well I got on it and was doing about 140 when I passed him, got about 2 lengths ahead of him and the rear U-joint let go. Driveshaft hit the ground, bounced up and cought the floorpan. It left a 3 foot long dent in the floor about 4 inches deep, cracked the T5 right down the middle and split the bellhousing in half. I had to walk a quarter mile back down the road to find what was left of my driveshaft.

 

I was sitting in the horseshoe shaped drive thru at my local Taco Bell in my cherry 87 Monte SS. T tops out, checking out the girls directly across from me on the other side of the drive thru. Suddenly my knees hit the steering wheel and I'm looking at the night sky. My seat just broke, snapped both front mounts and bent the ones in back. I was just sitting there, and I barely weighed 170 lbs at the time. I had to grab the wheel to pull myself back up, and those girls were laughing their asses off. I could hear them thirty feet away

 

My first vehicle was a ford pickup with a built 428. Being young and stupid, I broke a u-joint right in the middle of the movie theater parking peeling out. Mind you, this was a first date with the hottest little Blonde Betty in the school. It was a 4 wheel drive, so I dropped the rear drive shaft and drove home in 4 high.

Two weeks later, same girl, same truck, rear wheel came off while driving to a concert. Luckily, we were in town and going slow, but it collapsed the whole side of the bed when it dropped on the tire. I still think somebody loosened my lugs. Scared the hell out of me because we had just gotten off the Interstate doing 75 mph.

Oh, and the girl? We dated for well over two years...

 

Not showing off, but feeling foolish all the same:

I had a '64 Tempest (326 4-speed) that was very cold blooded, and on chilly mornings it would stumble and fart rather than accelerating smoothly.

One morning on the way to work it did that, and I threw a little tantrum by sticking it in first, revving the snot out of it and dumping the clutch. Broke an axle.

My embarrassment was mitigated some because the car had a posi, and I was able to limp home with a lot of clanking. At least I didn't have to push it, or call a wrecker.

That was around 1970. Don't think I've done anything as stupid for quite a while.

 

snapped a 31 spline stub axle in my corvette taking a co worker to get coffee. half shaft put a nice whole in the floor and bent the safety loop

 

Two years ago at the "Rat Fink Show" at LACR in Palmdale we were making "time only" and grudge runs down the 1/4 mile. I had a nasty time trying to launch my sedan, the tires would smoke and I was driving from guardrail to guardrail trying to get down the strip. I finally decided that street air pressure wasn't going to work so I aired-down the rear whitewalls to about 12-14 psi. That did the trick, I had fairly decent hook-up and proceeded to run 9 runs back-to-back-to-back until they finally turned off the strip lights. What fun!!!! A whole string of high 13 second runs.....and I won most of the races (just grudge). Well, that came with a price..........I messed up my fairly fresh Diamondback whitewalls. It seems they vulcanize the whitewall to a regular blackwall tire and under normal conditions they would last for lots of miles..........unless you drag race with low pressure. Now I have this spiffy saw-tooth pattern separation on both rear tires. Shame on me.........................

I'd do it again in a heartbeat!!!!!!

 

my face

 

Broke a axle doing a burn out at a stop light in my 61 Vette

 

I Broke the output shaft in a Jag doing a suicide start in peak hour traffic.

Broke the bell housing on Trimatic while driving like a tool. That was, I hit it with a power pole.

 

My Pride

 

I almost forgot about my old thread.Makes me feel better to see im not the only dumbass in the world ...

 

Back in the late 90's after a day of watching the drags at MOKAN I was leaving and while going thru the gate in my 90 T-bird I punched the gas just for a second and the pedal went to the floor and stayed there. I am not sure how I didn't push the brake pedal through the floor boards. The best part about it is there were 2 cops watching everybody leave and as I went by they were shakin there heads at me and as passed by I covered them with gravel.

The gromet that held the throttle linkage had hardened and broke in half causing the throttle to stick wide open.

 

showing of to my uncle I blew the trasmission, blew the driveshaft and broke
the left axle in my dads new 52 ford sunlinner. 8.25 rubber on the rear. I
didn't get 2nd gear rubber.

 

In the early eighties I had a '74 gutlass with the stock 350. I painted it black a nd airbrushed '57 chevy style side chrome on it, and a SWEET mural on the trunk( I saved the trunk lid ). I had it jacked up in the back enough to clear the 50 series tires I had on the back. I "sold" it to my brother with the stipulation that he take off the rims and tires ( I wanted to keep them 'cuz they were those really rare aluminum slots!). He had it about 3 days when he decided to show off in the rain (on MY 50 series tires he was supposed to take off). He blew out of a parking lot, slid across the street sideways with the engine scream'n, took out a telephone pole, blew out all the glass in the car, and caved in the side of the car so far that the telephone pole bent the frame and kinked the roof!!! I still hadn't gotten paid for the car yet! The car was towed to my dad's shop. I told my brother to take my wheels and my trunk off. It sat for four months ( I still hadn't gotten paid yet) and my brother didn't take the stuff off. My dad got pissed and called the scrap guy to come and get the car. I ended up having to break into my trunk because my bro lost the keys and the wheel lock (you know, rare slots) adapter was in the trunk. I ended up having to take all my stuff off of my ruined car with out getting paid for it. The only thing I got from him was, " Dude, I swear I was only doing 25mph". You know what, I think I need to go right now and kick my brothers ass!!!!

 

Awesome thread. My side and cheeks hurt from laughing.

I was executing a perfect burnout in front of a car-load of friends and decided to shift into second and continue the fun. When I shifted she hooked up real nice. There was a horrendous BANG and I stopped moving. The engine was still running...I was still in gear...but not moving. I opened my door and peered under the car. I revved and the drive shaft spun nicely, with no noise whatsoever. When I opened the rear end the pinion had sheared all the teeth plum off and chewed a big ole chunk out of the ring gear. I was glad to have friends watching...it was 5 miles back to the house.

Then there was this incident at Dairy Queen involving dual quads and a fire extinguisher.......