Hey did you know a guy at Sawyer that had a '67 Mustang? Dark green with two gold stripes over the hood and roof? Had Chrome reverse on it for a while then Torque Thrust mags.
Back in the early 80's my buddies older brother would take us out in his 69 Road Runner. Back roads doing like 70-80 mph. He would spin the car a complete 180. As we are rolling (flying) backwards he would start going through the gears and just smoking tires. Then he would do it again..... Scared the crap out of us the first few times.....
piero "EVEL" kept pushing my foot on the gas... Getting me to tear around!!! Man what a wild ride.. <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipkUt1v0IQ4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipkUt1v0IQ4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>
Beef Stew's APC story brought back some scary memories. It was in 1974 and I was driving the Lt. back to base from TDC Korea and as we were going through one of the vill's we were meeting our company's 10-ton wrecker towing an M-113 APC. Just about the time we came almost even with the wrecker, the 3-point hitch came loose on one side of the APC, which allowed the Personnel Carrier to track about half-way into our lane. No problem, except between me and the ditch was a line of kids walking from school back to the orphanage. With no where to go, I layed over in the seat almost on the Lt's side as the APC crawled up the front of my jeep, layed the back of my seat down on Sgt. Spann's legs and then it drove right over my trailer. It happened too quickly to really scare any of us at the moment, but as soon as we got stopped, the First Luey jumped out and with trembling voice said "Thank GOD there's an officer on the scene" Now THAT cracked me up! Funny thing is that about a year ago, I found an old box in the attic with pictures of the APC,and the Jeep. Thought I had mis-placed them many years ago.
My Wife's aunt refuses to ride in my daily and shes not the first =) heard her mumble something like unsafe at any something or other
Take a new Camaro - a summer afternoon - a cam & kit, new intake and a Holley 3 barrel from Motion - bolt on a set of slicks while drinking plenty of Rheingold and that's a start. Lets get cleaned up and meet at the bar about 9. About midnight its time for a test ride. It's my friend Gary's car so he's driving and I'm shotgun - we blow through a red light in the curb lane at a "T" intersection at about 80 and I figure it's time to get the seatbelt on! We cruise down to the Franklin Diner and pass through the parking lot making plenty of noise. When we've drawn a big enough crowd it's back out in the street heading back to the bar - 5 grand hole shot and were on our way! As he's powershifting into 3rd I'm thinking its time to back off as there's a sweeping left, then right hand curve approaching fast - but no deal Gary goes for 4th and we're flying! We come into the curve and the Camaro gets loose and the back starts to become the front! We do a 180 and hit the curb hard with the drivers side rear wheel - suddenly we're airborne heading for a few small trees and a telephone pole! We take off the top of the first sapling about 4 feet off the ground, the second about 3 and hit the phone pole at about 2 feet up! The pole catches the car right at the firewall splitting the car in two and dumping the motor on the ground. Gary's seat is ripped off its mounts and he winds up in the package tray! A tool box on the drivers side in the trunk hurls itself so hard into the passenger quarter it almost comes through. As all parts come to rest I'm dazed but ok - Gary's out - was in a coma for 4 days - but recovered with no problems. It took 3 tow trucks to haul the remains away! I learned a valuable lesson that day - no, not to slow down - but never ride in a car that someone else is driving! To this day - I drive - everywhere!
Quite frankly i cant compete here but i have a few mess ups only one really stands out .When i was a kid i was in one bike crash and two rearend hits as a passenger both cars were totaled . also damaged kidneys and bruised hart in racing karts .one hard sprint car flip and one fire .but the one that just left me in sweats was a three state road trip with a few fellow hambsters ,there was more tailgateing and driving with trailers in both lanes for most of the trip passing everything in sight bald tires and no trailer brakes now that was a true 5min plane crash .c
Well, I got my scariest ride on tape. I built a speedy vw motor and put in a bug on stock tires. this is my run down the track: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmCuGyWTA64 <
Instead of editing my earlier post I'll just recant that I was scared. That was actually a HUGE jump but I knew what I was doing(for the most part) and had no idea it would end up that spectacularly big. I mean Really, Who Doesn't have their car in the air as much as on the ground when they're 18-19 yo? But of alla the dumb stuff I've done in my life, high speed pursuits overland, rollover's, multi-rolls you name it I've done it or crashed tryin it included, I was truly scared witless one time for sure. And of course it again deals with a railroad bridge. Just remembered it tonite in my aggrevation over retarrrrds who can't drive in snow. One snowing afternoon I was heading off to classes at the local campus of BGSU. Had to cross the over the NW yards in Bellevue's Rt.4 bridge. No biggy, till I hit it and was looking completely sidewase off the east side. I'm not even kidding, 90degrees!!! At 50mph I thought for sure I'd go over the aluminum pipe topped rail and die 80ft. below. No chance. 80 Regal w/T-Tops, I'm a deadman. Somehow my lock to lock sawing brought me thru it just in time to thud over the exp. gap @ the north side of the bridge where I just slowed down, turned around and went home for a beer. That was the same year I flipped the 3rd Aspen I'd bought, strange though, it didn't measure up to staring certain death in the face from 80ft up...
Used to go out with my best friend every Wednesday night when he was single. We used to get plowed EVERY wed. night. Coming home one night in my '86 GMC PU, I thought I was doing pretty good, hell, I hadn't hit a guardrail yet! So I'm cruising down the freeway at about 65-70 when I see somthing out of my left periferal vision. I turn a little to the left, and there are sparks coming off my mirror. WTF!! is my truck on fire!!??!! When I get my eyes to focus, I look up and I'm scrubbing the side off an 18 wheeler!! Right at the rear wheels, and the driver 48 feet ahead of me is ABSOLUTLY OBLIVIOUS to my being back there!!!!! Talk about instant sober!!!! I promised God so many things I can't remember them all. Took me most of a mile to make a decision what to do, sparks STILL showering off that HUGE wheel!!! I finally got up the courage to drift to the right a bit..............I don't drink much anymore....... Thanks, Mike
I've a had a few scary rides back in the day........ One weekend my brother and I over several beers and too much time on our hands combined an old Honda 175 2cyl 4 stroke motorcycle with a straight axle from a 1960 F-100. It took both of us to ride the danged thing; one guy to sit on the front of the bike controlling the gas and the gears while the other guy sat behind him hanging off the left side to man handle the steering wheel for the axle. The death machine was something in third gear (we never got it into 4th.....lol) When I was 18 I had a 1966 Plymouth Satellite with a built 383, 4spd, and posi. I had all I needed to go fast and not a thing to stop.......LOL. 4 out of round brake drums, non power brakes with the single reservoir master cylinder and a whole lotta good luck. It didn't help that the throttle would stick wide open when you really hammered on it. When I started driving at 15, mom's grocery getter was a 1966 big block Dodge Charger...............dangerous combination. That thing had a speedo that went to 150MPH. Thats too much temptation to a "need for speed" teen. On an open stretch of highway I finally managed to get it there. up to 110MPH was no big deal, but then it took quite a while to creep it on up to the 150 mark. Knowing what I know today, I wouldn't try it..............loosey goosey Mopar torsion bar front end, way to sensitive power steering, and bias ply tires.......not a good combo. My poor gaurdian angle was a working son of a gun! Bobby
Drag racing a bike I'd just completed hours before, untested. Found a glitch in my geometry figures for the rake and trail between 80-100mph. Speed wobbles set in and I ended up clipping a street sign, shearing the bars off in my hand. Put my fingers back on and still have a useable hand!
Just after leaving my going away party (drafted in 1969) I rolled my awesomely perfect 1964 Comet Caliente Convertible clean up on its side AND NOT ALL THE WAY OVER. I was so drunk I did not even know where I was. My buddy that was with me punched me awake, mind you I was laying on him as the car was sitting on the passenger side. He was so pissed at me he pulled out is pocket knife to slice the to open so he could get out. I begged him not to cut the top and he relented. I crawled out the driver dooor, so I am now standing on top of the drivers side, and said "come on Mike, I will hold it open". As his head pulled just clear of the door jamb the HEAVY convertible door slipped out of me hands and BOOM right on Mikes head. Boy was he pissed. We finally got him out and then, like any 18 year old would do, left the scene of the crime. This was in rural farm country in southern Illinois. So on our way to the nearest house to ask for a phone Mike had to pee. Sure enough he pee'd on a elctric fence a farmer had to keep the cows in! I'll never forget the blue arc that nailed Mike's "special purpose" And the way home, the sheriff kept asking us "you sure you boys ain't been drinking?" The sheriff was "giving" us a ride home as he came by just after the pee stop. Back in those days if you had been drafted and the law knew it, you got some real "passes" on things.
Had a '62 Impala when I was 23. Her brakes started to go (squealing, then grinding, etc.) , but being the genius I was then I thought "Oh, I can wait on 'em..." next thing you know I've got NOTHING when I jam the pedal down going ~55 mph on a highway. Ended up getting her home using the E-brake and scaring the crap out of myself a couple times... Rebuilt 'em soon after. Lol.
I rode in a grocery cart going 35 mph,being pushed by a vw bug. 35 doesnt sound fast but was a ride i will never forget....................YG
Not so much scary at the time, because it just wasn't registering until it was done...but a big "whew" afterwards... 2nd year of college, I was heading home one night in my '79 Trans Am...rolling along on a country road at about 120 mph. I was climbing a big, steep hill when I went through a patch of fog. When I came back out of the fog, there was a big deer standing in the middle of the lane. There is a "slow" lane on the right due to the steepness of the hill and an intersection at the bottom, but I was traveling in the left. When I saw the deer, I cranked the wheel...too much for the speed...and ended up with the car sideways. As soon as I was sideways, my attention was grabbed by the guard rail, causing me to react to bring the car back straight. Only as the car straightened out did I realize my passenger's side was starting to lift when I was sideways - I "almost" rolled up the hill at 120 mph. I still don't know what happened to the deer! I can think of tons of scary moments...usually at high speeds, mostly after a few drinks in my youth: the deer my friend hit at at speeds above 100 mph with me right behind him, the car piloted by a friend when we went airborne at a tree (I swear the car turned in mid-air), an accident that when over, I raised up off the bench seat where I was thrown to have no top on the car and a steering wheel about an inch from the back of the seat...
Wasn't terribly scary but pretty entertaining for me.... Found my '48 online about 160mi from my house, drove up to get it with the intent to drive it back, owner said it'd be fine mechanically for the trip. About 60 miles into the drive home the car is running great on the interstate bouncing between 60 and 65, take my foot off the gas to let the engine relax some and the car kept going. Hooked the gas pedal to try to pull up on it and that did no good. Stood on the brakes and got her down to 55, let off the brakes and the car started speeding up again. Debated letting her run to my exit 100mi down the road but had to go through the metro area to get there, figured it was a better choice to stop when I could rather than when I had to. Pulled over and let AAA get the car home for me. Thought the guy ripped me off and sold me a Toyota rather than a Plymouth. Back in the garage I found the linkage between the carbs had come loose and the front carb only closed about halfway on its own. Hopefully that's the scariest I'll have to deal with from this car....
In 1965 just before my 19th birthday I bought a 54 Buick brush buggy from another guy for 25 bucks. This was a 54 Buick Special chassis that had been shortened so that when you sat in the seat you could put your left foot on the front tire and your left hand on the rear tire without a lot of effort. My intent was to pull the engine and put it in a 50 Chev Hardtop that I had. I got the brush buggy running pretty good and after a few loops around the yard decided to run about three miles over to see my buddy for a bit of show and tell. I got about a mile from the house down Rocky Ford Road and went across the bridge at a bit faster than I needed to go and lost control. a bit of this way and that way and missing a cattle chute made out of cross ties and over correcting and off in the bar ditch on the left side taking out about 100 ft of barb wire. I fired it back up and went back where a guy was working in the cattle pen to borrow tools to fix the fence and he told me to hell with that you are bleeding all over. I still have the scar under my left jaw bone from the cut that took thirteen stitches and one on my leg that took ten. I sold the brush buggy to the doctor who sewed me up while he was sewing me up. Outside of that looking over at my pilot in an OH-6 and seeing him with his hands over his face as we were in a spin because the tail rotor drive shaft had been shot in two wasn't a lot of fun, but the 60 ft tall trees broke the fall and we ended upside down with no injuries to the three of us and a totaled chopper. Spinning out on a rain slicked road on Cement plant hill on Hwy 82 west of Waco with the guy behind me giving a spin by spin account on the cb was exciting but not too scary but proved to me that bald N50 tires weren't meant to be driven in rain storms. My truck ended up in the bar ditch three times in rain storms, the last time when my now 30 year old daughter was about two and kicked the shifter into reverse in a gully washer rain storm and spun the truck out and into the ditch backwards.
You know... Some folks just have to take it to another level... I think this belings in the "most unsettling and disgusting rides" thread... *bArF*
Had similar happen to me when I was 17 - I was going to my first show with my just finished (maybe a week) 1960 Plymouth Fury...pulled into a gas station as the return spring on the carb let go - suddenly WOT straight at the pumps. I managed to avoid the pumps, hit the key, slam the brakes, and get it stopped: it seemed like I did about 20 things in 2 seconds! On the maiden voyage with this car, I drove it down the country road we lived on testing the brakes, stopping and starting, etc. The road ends in a T in about 2 1/2 miles with a steep hill going down. I had tested the brakes about 2 dozen times before I got to that hill, but they decided that was the appropriate place to fail. I pushed the downshift button, engaged the tail shaft mounted emergency brake, and finally slowed down enough to get it sideways and stopped.
68 years of stupid I can relate to over half the written stories in the first 9 pages, with a related story of my own. but I swear I've never been involved in an accident! I did them all on purpose. in 1959 we uncorked the headers on a 315 horse 348 tri-power 59 Belaire. made a 225 mile trip from Pasadena to Vegas in under 3 hours. it was all 2 lane road back then. somewhere around Barstow on a long upgrade was a slow moving truck with 40-50 cars behind it. I could see top summit and when there were no on coming cars I slammed first gear (20mph) and started rowing gears, about the time I hit 3rd I could see another 20-30 cars with another truck leading. still no on coming cars so I kept my foot in it and grabbed 4th. just when I reached flat out, that's all there is! a oncoming Truck came over the top. I looked at a 1/4 mile of bumper to bumper cars in my rear view mirror, there was no stopping. I thought about swerving left but all the rocks told me "Not Good Idea" I'm not going to say it was close but both truckers moved enough to the right to let me tell this story. I'm sure their Idiot story was much different than mine...........Jim
Something about a Lincoln motor thats really souped up, and a model A body thats looks like a pup..... Any way, I took a ride in a galvanized water trough, in a field tied behind a lifted up Chevy. It's hard to get grass stains out of your hair.
My first registered car was a primered and scalloped 1951 ford 2 door that I bought for $400 in 1959. I drove it for almost ayear with a defective steering box that produced two complete steering wheel turns before it engaged. Bumps were a shaking killa.
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