Did you abuse your parents cars?

Yeah i was pretty rough on equipment when I was young but I had a buddy nicknamed "Batman" that was the worst.We took his mom's 65 Impala out and while doing burnouts fried the transmission.We managed to get it home and got his dads old stepside Chevy truck and went to the sand pits,an old dirt hauling pit near our houses.Well it didn't take long to get it stuck and threw a rod trying to get it out.Damn,we had the whole family walking in a matter of a couple of hours.Needless to say I stayed away from his house for a while.

 

My parents wouldnt let me drive their cars. Had to get a job close enough to walk, got an el cheapo $350 '78 BMW and butchered it, and the $1,000 '86 after it.

My dad was a BMW mechanic, and would teach me stuff on my own car, 60% off parts wasnt bad either on those old cars. one day up on the lift, he said "fuckin hell! how did you bend the frame on this thing?" tearing ass through the night, i fishtailed off the side of the road at a hairpin and hit a slight pothole. I repaired the busted foglight before anyone noticed, but twisted the frame on some old german metal!

 

i could telll stories for hours tho i rarely got into any trouble i should have i only ever wreaked one vehicle and it was mine and in a field. anywho i had my moms lexus and man would that thing do some burnouts dounuts and slides. well i was doing a big power braker and just filling the street with somke and as im driveing away i see the cherrys and berrys driveing through the smoke, i got off with a warning and a speial about sucking injectors or some crap i laughed at

 

My Mom had a '67 GTX w/ 440, auto. My Dad had a '64 426 max wedge RACE motor, street legal.
I didn't abuse them, I drove them as they were intended.

 

not I... that would have lead to a severe, and much deserved beating!

 

Hell yeah, my old man had a 70 Chevy longbed he bought new, 307 and 3 on the tree. I never went anywhere without laying a patch. The 307 was no powerhouse but with the standard shift and no weight on the back...

 

Never got a chance since my older brother rolled their 72 Mercury at about 90 MPH. When it stopped he was the only one left in it out of 5. Lucky nobody got killed but we were never allowed to drive our parents cars again.

 

Every chance I got. Talk about abuse? How about taking moms new Lincoln Mark4 ( new at the time ) out on the Calabasas Golf Course for donuts and gopher hunting. Speed trials in dads 240Z.

 

i actually was very easy on my father's cars ,they got me to school and to my part time job . part of my duties with that job was delivering rental cars..them i beat the crap out of! i knocked the tranny out of one doing neutral drops and put one in a ditch racing , smashed the side when i hit a fence . me and the other guys also had burnout contests with them sometimes . the weird thing is the boss didn't give a damn

 

The only one that comes to my mind is when I was using my dad's 1984 E-150 work van. This happened during my senior year in high school. It was a Sunday night and a few of my budies, a few girls, and I decided to go out riding around in the van since it could seat all of us. We decide to show the girls a steep hill on a dirt road. We headed for the top side of the hill. We came to the top side of the hill and the road seems to drop off. It pretty much does. I start to slowly head down the hill. Now it had rained the day before so the hill was slippery with mud. I then started to slide towards the ditch and I hit the brakes. I learned that I should not have done that. I slide in the ditch which was more of a deep trench. The van was almost lay on its side in the ditch. No matter how much I tried to rock the van out, it would not move. So I called my buddy with a 4X4 truck to pull me out. He was able to pull me out. When I got to town I went to the car wash and spent $10 washing the van. I thought it was clean enough that my dad would not notice it. But a few weeks later he decided to work on the rear brakes of the van. When he pulled the rear tires off he found them caked full of mud. The frame also was caked with mud. My younger brother was with him and ratted me out. So he ended up finding out anyway.

 

Not really, but I crept up on the limit best I could without doing damage to anything. Problem is, what is better than slow? Next to faster slow? It didn't matter much with the cars my folks bought. Gary

 

I ain't say'n shit. My old man lurks here........I'm taking the 5th!

-Bigchief.

 

my mom had a 83 Chevy Cavalier. My parents bought it off a little old lady so the car was super clean. I would borrow it to drive to school and thrash it everyday. There's a street in town that has a bump halfway down it. We would get the car up to 70 and get all 4 tires off the ground. Poor car

 

I spot welded my dads doors shut on his truck cause he pissed me off. Ohh and the tail gate

 

My poor parents cars. My favorite incident was when the parents were outta town and i had to move their car. I proceeded to do the largest smokey burnout of all time in front of our house. When i went inside(this was after school and the parents left while i was at school), i ran upstairs to find my mom standing in the hallway looking at me. She had to decided to stay home and was watching and taking notes as i lit those tires on the old buick up!Not to mention about 1000 more stories that i cant mention til mom and dad are at least 70 years of age!

 

I would never have violated my parents trust that way but I had a small trophy from the Puyallup Drag Strip from when I was eighteen, kept it hidden for years. Damn, that old Chevy pick-up he had was fast!

 

My dad had a coupe deville with a 472 and posi! Can you smell the smoke?

 

Not too much rolleyes, but my Dad bought this Shelby GT500 new when I was 16, in 1967, and he let me drive it darn near anytime I wanted to. Fun, fun car...

 

Learned to drive in various company trucks of my Dads..59 Ford SWB wrecker V/8 and four speed..quickly figgered out how to bounce it in 1st gear granny and get the front wheels off the ground..hadn't had my license for a few days when I was out in Moms 59 Bonneville and was burning rubber around a corner, got a little crossed up in a water puddle. As I straightened it out, kids on their bikes in the road came into view, I whipped the wheel again and put it into an oak tree. I don't think it ever occured to me to let my foot up off the gas. Also a good first lesson in that new fangled power steering....

 

I'm not sure if this counts as abusing it, but my step dad had just bought a '68 Dodge Polara from a New Jersey State Auction. It was an ex-Galloway Township police car. (Still had the spotlight on the A-pillar and a plug in the roof where the bubble-gum machine had been) Anyhow, on my way from Atlantic City to Hammonton at around 2 a.m. one night, I decided to open her up. When I crossed into Atlantic County, the Trooper clocked me at 135 m.p.h. Whether it was abuse or not, my 17 year old butt wasn't allowed behind the wheel of that car for a long long time!

 

Dad could always tell when I've slung the 79 LTD around a corner by the scrubs on the sidewall.

 

not my parents but my sisters yes. the first week after i got my license i asked my sister if i could move her car. she said yes and threw me the keys. i get in the car back the car down the drive way and right into the wall across the street. she had just gotten her car a few days before and still does not let me live it down to this day

 

i bet you got your ass beaten

 

Im 17, and yes i do. I've always had my cars that I bought and support with my own money, but was alwasy allowed to use my moms cars. To many times I took her stock Ford Exploder mudding with the older kids. Now shes got a Saab 95 tubo, not a very hamb car at all but a fast one. I read all you older guys stories about racing you parents cars and see what am doign now, ha.

 

some of you guys who are still afraid of your parents reaction Obviosly have not pulled the B.S. string yet....... If you think for one minute that they didnt do it as bad or worse than you think again........The stories Ive heard.... They dont say much any more when I tell them

 

Does rolling them out of the driveway and down the alley at 2am to start out of daddy's earshot count as abuse? Even at 15? LOL

 

I took great care of my parent's cars. I did do them a great favor by "BLOWING THE CARBON OUT" at least once a week. It always ran much better after blowing the carbon out (flooring it on a back road until the 2-3 upshift, leaving a big black cloud of smoke behind). Those old V8s got caked up with soot in the combustion chamber if you didn't put your foot in it once in a while to clear all that crap out of there.

I wasn't like one of my a-hole friends that did a 270 spin out in the rain and slammed his parent's Mercury wagon sideways into a curve which knocked the rear axle completely out of the car.

 

Yup, it counts. '76 Nova and my dad had swapped in a built 327. Rollled her down the driveway and 2 houses over. Went out, cruised, won 1 race and lost 2. Coming home, I forgot to reverse the process. Pulled in the driveway, slammed the door and forgot she wasn't mine. I opened the door and walked in the house. My dad was sitting on the couch. time check: 3am. He asked me if I put gas in it and that was it.

Next day, I got grounded for 3 days, but the smiles lasted forever. Damn, I miss him.

 

In 1988 when I got my license, our "family car" was a green '69 Chevelle 350 4bbl, TH350, dual exhausts, rally wheels, white letter tires, etc (Dad is a car guy too). 16 year old kid driving a car like that? Yeah, it got abused.

Never broke anything though, and never wrecked it. 120k miles later, the new owner is still driving it to car cruises with that same 350. It's pretty tired now, but still running.

 

I inherited the families 77 GMC Jimmy, 4x4 with 33" tires,
and I lived in the mojave desert. Abuse??? Yeah, you could call it that.

I didn't get a license for another 3 years, haha.