Whats the hairist ride you very had in or on a vehicle?

That looks evil.

Being a young passenger and having a bunch of pISSED (drunk) mofo's ramming our car for 5 miles. It had become sour because my mate gated them at a green light.
The Cats persisted- think they had bats n' all- my pal cuts a sweet 90 mph U- turn drift. Lost those wankers. Pretty hairy- we was out- numbered.

An leadfoot drunk behind the wheel of a warmed over 307/ Powerglide ain't much fun either. Nor are hung-over drivers..

The hairiest ride I can't recall (K.O'd.). Woke up under dash, bleeding. Yet again, the driver had partaken of Alcohol.

Most of these were at night & all feature alcohol.

 

riding through rutted fields in the back of one of these



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I once dated a Wookie and she got fur on my seats. pretty hairy.

 

My folks say a bus ride in Guangzhou!

 

About 1971 and 17 yrs young a buddy bought his bosses mothers 55 chevy for a hundred bucks, only problem is it was a 6 cyl 3 on the tree, couldn't be cool or go fast in that. After a few months of scrounging, begging and borrowing he managed to score complete running a 327 sbc with a set of used headers that we heated, hammered and bent to a custom fit, but the really big score was an aluminum T10 4 speed...let the make over begin. His parents house had an alley with a gate big enough to get a car in the back yard...perfect...after a few weeks of his dad bitching screaming and yelling and us 17-18 year old gear heads pushing this car back and forth so we could mow the lawn proper like, the make over was almost done. One small detail we lacked... but we had it covered, one of the guy's dad worked at a welding shop and had already modified the drive line for him, he was also going to modify the transmission cross member to fit the T10, it was at his work and wasn't done yet.. we needed it...so to move the car around front to the curb to make his dad happy and get that POS out of the back yard we improvised with if a 2X4 pc of wood cut to length wired into place and the tail shaft of the tranny wired to it so it wouldn't move...the perfect fix after all we only had to go down the alley to the road and around to the front of the house..you know whats coming next right..well he took the long way to the front of the house and as he turned the corner towards the house he stomped it and then grabbed second gear, and instantly the shifter knob and handle .. and I do mean instantly.. disappeared thru the floor. Now we weren't really going that fast but it really didn't matter, what a ride and horrible sounds that you knew were not good when the tranny, drive shaft and a whole bunch of other stuff including the now busted and splintered 2X4 exited the underside of that 55. The aluminum T10 was now toast it was missing the mounting ears for the bolts and part of the tail shaft, the drive line looked like a candy cane, the clutch linkage came out and got bent all to hell not to mention bent or broken motor mounts, u-joints and the rear brake hose to the rear end pumpkin .... thank god we weren't going any faster so we just rolled to a stop in the middle of the street for all the neighbors amusement.

 

Almost the same thing happened to me in a OT car. When to pick something up from a guy on the otherside of town. Took my boy with me to give his momma a break. On the way back it gets a bit squirrely.. stupid me thinks it's just the sway bar mount a little loose no biggie it's held on with a cotter key. So I keep going and few times on the way home had to do some evasive moves sometimes hitting 80mph to avoid the johnson county drivers. Get home fine but the next day I hop in to go to dr appt. back out of my spot and the whole passenger side suspension let loose. Turns out the bolt holding everything to the ball joint stripped out or finally let loose can't decide which. Can't help thinking about what could of happened if that would of came apart the night before.

 

Fuzzy I remember you told me that story way back that day at the muffler shop. Still amazes me you survived.

Mine was a tank slapping event on the wifes cruiser. I came around the corner to go visit a friend. Grabbed a little to much rear brake ont he the devil bike. Back tire hit a greases trail and a manhole, it felt like ice. Tried to save the bike and started to tank slap. Punched the tank so hard I had a fist print in it. High sided and spanked the pavement..then bounched off a curb with my forehead then bounced on a huge rock with my thigh. Then landed in my buddy's front yard face down. He thought ' Oh look Pete's gonna do a power slide.'
Result was a fractured upper shoulder with a spiral fracture. Road rash and a the wife's bike having $2500 worth of damage. This all happened at 25 mph. The helmet saved my incredible looking face...a jacket would have saved my skin.

 

I was riding my 2007 SV1000s one night, it was about 11 o'clock at night and i was doing about 150 kmh (approx 95 Mph) on a two lane divided highway. I was zipping along and i came upon a dead porcupine. By the time I saw the slain beast it was to close to avoid, so i assumed the attack position and as I hit it I hit the gas. I got some air but i landed with the front wheel straight and simply kept on rolling. I rode home and my machine was no worse for the wear. It was at that time which i decided I would be done with the sport bikes. shortly afterwords I traded my bike for the 57 fairlane seen in my avatar.

 

#1 Senior year I'm driving home from school after 3rd hour with my best friend in my small block 4 speed 4.11 geared 72 Camaro. It starts to rain a little. I'm doing 55 and notice that it feels like the clutch is slipping. I'm halfway through a long sweeper right handerwhen the back end starts to come around. I get off the gass and steer into it, but there is a lot more corner to go. I am reluctant to steer too miuch because I know when the highway straitens back out and the rear end grabs, it's going to go back the other way and it does worse than before. The highway drops of about 60 feet with the car headding that way. I finally get it straight and went about 4o mph home and went to a tire shop and replaced the bald G60's for a set of new radials.

#2 same Camaro next spring. I worked in the kitchen of hotel and a sophmore buys my 73 Camaro from the guy (fellow Hambr) I traded for the 72. He wants to run me so after work on a school night we go down the street in Earth City. Earth City was THE place to race in high school. It is an industrial park and has a mile or so straight away along the levy of the Missouri river, seperated 4 lane. We were only going to race up to 60 since I had gotten some tickets, so we didn't go all the way there (mistake). The speed limit is 35 and on the way there is a curve in the road. It doesn't seem like much of a curve at 35mph. We get there and turn around, he has a passenger, I have a passenger. My car would hook up really good and I let all of the air out of the air shocks for maximum hookup. We buckled up, back then the ONLY time we wore seat belts was when we raced. I leave the line 6,000 like usual, pull him 2 car lengths like usual. I hit 2nd, hit 3rd and he is right beside me and neither of us backs off. At around 75 he is right in front of me and I see his brake lights, I hit the brakes then see him sliding around that corner. YIKES! I get off the brakes and slide around the corner. He's not so lucky he goes off the road and down 20 or 30 foot ditch. When the road goes straight I hit the brakes hard and do a Uie. The dus is still in the night air as we pull up to his headlights off of the road. He missed a big concrete culvert by less than a foot and was lucky not to roll it. We got a tow truck as the suspension was messed up and it couldn't be driven. He had my old car less than a week and totalled it. Needless to say I didn't race anyone for a few months. I think back and am thankfull that none of us ever got in any bad wrecks doing the crazy stuff we used to do.

 

That would be the time something broke in the T-5 transmission in Henrietta the '38 Ford pickup coming south on US 27 from Rome to Cedartown GA, running about 60 and the transmission locked up, slid all over the road, fortunately nothing else close by and didn't hit anything, almost turned over, got it stopped within inches of taking out a guard rail.

 

Back in the early 90s, I had a job setting propane tanks with a C70 Chevy crane truck. I went to pick up a tank in the hills and got the truck stuck in clay in the backyard of a VERY unhappy customer. It had rained like hell, and the entire driveway and yard were a skating rink... The boss made the hour trip from the shop up into the mountains in a loaded tanker to try and pull me out, but nothing doing. Now the driveway (and most of the yard) is totally fucked from all of our thrashing around, so we decide to call it a night.

The next morning, we head for the truck towing company to hire a big wrecker to go up and pull the boom truck out. The driver's name was Willie, and he had been driving this Peterbilt wrecker every day for 20 years. He told me he didn't even drive a car. His wife drove everywhere when he was off work! Willie was about 5'5", looked like Charles Manson, and didn't say very much. he drove like Grandma Moses all the way from south Fresno until we got to the base of the foothills, where we stopped to get coffee. Willie continued to poop along as he sipped his coffee... When he finished, he leaned out the window, threw his cup in the back of the truck, wiped his mouth on his sleeve...AND TURNED INTO DALE EARNHARDT.

I guess it was good coffee, or something, because once we got into the hills he wheeled that wrecker up those mountain roads faster than I would have gone in my Barracuda; and I'm not kidding. I'm sitting on the little jump seat on the passenger's side trying not to fly out the window or into his lap as we flew up that winding mountain road. His hands were a blur, shifting the twin boxes (no Allison here) and spinning that massive steering wheel. The boost gauge was right in front of me, and I stared at it just so I didn't have to look out the window. It never dropped below 30psi the entire way up there...

I've been on a lot of sketchy rides over the years, but NOTHING matched the sheer never-ending terror of that trip up into the mountains in that Pete wrecker. Words really can't describe it... When we got to the house where I'd gotten stuck, Willie turned back into good Dr. Jekyll. He backed into the driveway, ran a cable out, locked both diffs, and towed me out inside of 2 minutes. He simply packed up and left, while I spent the next couple of hours trying to patch up the mess we'd made of the yard and driveway. I never saw Willie again, but I'll carry that memory to my grave.

 

I was 14 and mom's friend just bought a new GT350 Mustang. He said, "Go for a ride?" and of course I said "Heck yeah!". We hit the intersection, and he set a 20 on the dash. He said that if I could grab it while we were going that I could have it. We hit the road and as I reached for it he punched it to the floor. I hit the seat and stayed there for a good 25 seconds as we hit 140+ and neither of us saw the county mounty while we were flying. He didn't even try to chase...I'll never do that again!

 

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