Funniest thing I've seen in a while!

Back in my high school days had a friend with a pretty mean '55 Chevy. One day he nails it in front of the school as he was leaving and proceeds to go down the street weaving from one side to another and barely missing cars on the side of the street. Later I caught up with him and asked him what had happened. He said he had slipped off of his fibergl*** racing seat (no padding or seat belt) and was basically driving while sitting on the floor.

 

Thats called a DIP ****!

 

Wow! I can't believe the name-calling and personal attacks on other people that like to wrench on cars just like the rest of us. The average "Hot Rod" has louder pipes than stock and larger tires usually so why are you so surprised when a "challenge" occurs? It's inevitable! Did'ja really put those 4.11's in the rear just for cruise night? I didn't realize what a "higher-level-of-hot-rodder'ness" some people here have reached and how a simple, funny observation turns into name-calling and other ignorant comments. It's just like our mothers taught us: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all........or just wait until you can get home to type up your name-calling on a public forum!". I'm sure these car enthusiasts are embar***ed enough but if somebody had the nerve to approach me and call me a 'retard' after I just messed my car up, they'd be ****tin' their teeth out 8 hours later.

 

Two "Tards" in this story.

 

Truth is we've all done stupid ****! Just hope we out grow it.

 

A couple of years ago, i was going to do some traveling that involved quite a few miles so I jacked up the coupe, pulled the 3.70 posi carrier out and replaced with a 3.00 open carrier that I had on hand. I drove the car on my trip, then continued to use the open rear for about six months. Finally, I got around to re-installing the posi unit. The car sat for about another couple of weeks, undriven. I decided to take a spin in it, and headed to a gas station to refill the tank. While filling up, a guy on a bicycle pulled up and we talked about the car. As I got ready to leave, he asked me to get on it. Of course I gladly obliged him, being the nice guy that I am. As I pulled out of the gas station, I reved it up and dumped the clutch. I was half way out of the station making a u-turn, when instantly I found myself heading south, though, I wanted to go north. I had forgotten about changing back to the limited slip unit. The guy on the bikedid appreciate the show. I promply headed back home for a change of my under-roos.

 

Where do you live? A 69 Camaro, 34 Roadster, and a 60 F-100 all meeting at the same intersection? Was this a typical cruise night?
I wouldnt mind seeing more of that around here!

 

Word. A lot of the folks here are being hypocritical.

 

Except for some of the youngsters on here I gotta believe its happened to ALL of us once or twice at least,hell ya gotta know the limits of the car right?..as long as nobody gets hurt and I dont have ta pay the ticket,and its not at a event who cares.........."drivin a hot rod is like livin with Pam Anderson,No fun if ya dont see what she will do!"Meatball

 

I was at an intersection waiting to turn right. Bully boy in a black, lifted Dodge Ram pickup was opposite of me waiting to turn left. Light turns green, bully boy jumps into the intersection just as I pull out. I have the right of way but I stop to let this jack*** go and get out of my way. He punches it and gets wildly squirelly on the wet pavement; ending up in the left lane and almost hitting the motorcycle cop sitting at the red light. Seeing the cop light up and pull over the bully boy would have warmed the ****les of my heart if I had one.

 

lol this reminds me of when i was sitting in my car in the school parking lot waiting for autoshop to start. it was raining out and another autoshop guy in a primered nova was trying to hotdog in front of a group of his friends. he turns a corner going like 5 and punches it does a 180 and crashes right into a tree in front of all his friends and smashes his front end up. all his friends were laughing at him and i was cracking up, i even saw the girl in the car next to me laughing.

 

I`ve done all sorts of stupid stuff , Just never in a `69 Camaro

 

See, driving a Pontiac does makes you smarter!

 

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while we all were on our way back from the shop to try and set a tune in this thing he was revving the ****er to the moon, but what he didn&#8217;t see was the big bully dog jacked up Dodge ***mings something or other rev his diesel as well. Sitting at the light behind dad, seeing the light turn green turning and leaving then seeing this truck rev, blow smoke, blow more smoke leave and get pulled over by the cop sitting behind him. Cop never saw my dad at all on account of the trucks smoke clouds... True story.<o></o>

 

I've done my share of retarded moves when I was younger in my old cars, just lucky enough that I never hurt myself, or anyone else.

My favorite high school anecdote:

I had a really nice '63 Olds Super 88 with the 330 HP 394 V8...moved out really well.

A well-to-do kid had a near-new '92 Camaro with a V6. Between the highway off ramp and the school parking lot was a 3 lane, 1-way street that was about 6 city blocks long with no signals. It was easy to get rolling pretty well and still pull it down in time to get into the lot.

He & I got after it on this particular morning on the way to school, and I got around him pretty comfortably, pulled into the lot and parked. He turned the corner, did a half-***ed V6 burnout right in front of a cop that had seen us coming. I had time to grab a snack, he missed first period and rode the bus for awhile.

That was the last time I ever dragged "H" street in Modesto.

I considered myself lucky to learn my car out in the fields and orchards where I grew up...learned how it went, stopped, what it flet like when it got out of shape. Put a lot of miles on that car in the dirt. If I hadn't, I'm sure I would have piled it up due to my own stupidity. As it turns out, I piled it up due to someone else's when they turned left in front of me.

Couple of pictures (1993):

 

When I was drivin my 67 El Camino every day, I pulled up to a stop light next to a guy that appeared to be reading the newspaper and drinking coffee while driving. My el has a 3000 stall converter, trick springs, and drag shocks in it, so the front end rises quite a bit when you hit the gas. While the light was still red, I blipped the throttle and the car moved about 2 inches. My multi-tasking friend punched it into the intersection and wore his coffee to work. I smiled at him when he backed up. Pretty sure he was driving a Hyundai.

 

Got caught doing cookies in the High School autoshop back in 70 when my buddy and I thought we were the only ones in the building. Stopped when we couldn't see thru the smoke anymore and opened the roll up door to find the principal and shop teacher there and a cop rolling up to the building... Spent 2 weekends cleaning up all the rubber on that concrete floor and repainting it "under supervision". Then doing whatever the school needed for the rest of the year. Thinking back I always wonder why the sprinkler system never kicked on. That wasn't in a 69 Camaro tho... It was my 68! Grin

 

Sorry guys, Im way old enough & should know better, but still quite the squirrel, when it feels right, Im a stop light bandit.

 

True story told to me yesterday and confirmed by a second friend later; Tho guys at a stop light, reving up their engins, light turns green one car popped a wheely and landed on the other guys hood. You guessed it, he was a Ma. registry inspector!
License gone for 1 year.

 

......WOW....just when you think you have seen it all....a real dumb *** steps forward.....

 

Back in 1974 I drove a 1962 Impala hardtop. It was nothing race worthy but was a great 1st car. It had a 283, with a 327 cam & intake manifold, Rochester 4BBL, Headers and Gl***packs. Well we had this clown with a Olds 442 that always wanted to race me. He got to be a real PIA. One evening I was sitting at the traffic light by the entrance to my neighborhood, and who should pull up in the left lane? You guessed it, Mr 442. He starts gunning his engine, so I did the same. Well the revs came up and when the light turned green he went smoking past me while I slowly made a right hand turn into my neighborhood. You see, I knew that a cop was sitting next to the Sunoco station 1 block down the street. I made a slow loop around the neighborhood, pulled into the parking lot of our local ice cream joint, drank a milkshake and watched him get the full treatment from the biggest **** of a cop in the area. Funny thing, Mr. 442 never bothered me for a race again. I know, I'm an A** hole.

 

Now that's funny