The coolest car you've ever destroyed?

You know you have to atone for your sins, right!? You need to save that many cars before your hot rod soul is clean!

 

I cut up and scrapped my 66 fairlane..took the 289 and rear axle out but man poor car.....

 

Not a cool car to me just odd, a 1976 HURST Olds that I took as part of the final payment on some remodeling work. The thing had smacked a tree with the right quarter and the new quarter was in a GM box with the deal. EVERY bit of NOS trim was also in the deal, decals, H/O tags etc. Advertized it locally for $1,000.00 after the owner drove it over to my place, 4-5 lookers, dropped it to $500.00 the next week 2-3 lookers. All you had to do was pay me and drive it home. Sunday morning I went out opened both doors and unbolted them, along with the hood and trunk lid. Took the T-Tops off, put a new blabe in the Saws-All and cut it into 4 pieces=Quartered! Then I advertized a Quartered HURST Olds, and had to listen to all the idiots cry about a car I "Distroyed". Cleared $2,500.00 on the pig and would like to cutup another.

 

Not a car, but a 48 Indian Cheif. Me and my brother (ya gramar) wanted to flat track it. So we took off all that ugly skirt fenders and anything we didn't need and thru it in the dumpster. That was in 1958, but I still cry about it!.....OLDBEET

 

when i was 15 i traded a 68 charger for a 70 429 cj torino, killed that bastard with jet fuel. ran like hell for about 15 mins. then all my friends and me took turns beating the hell out of it with what ever we could find. as sling blade would say, "we just boys" . ten years ago i traded a 72 gto for a power pole and 3 transformers. and those are just the tip of the iceburg. 40oz.

 

If I got paid for all the stupid things I did, I'd be a millionair........OLDBEET

 

we should know each other.

 

how's this for messin up a couple of classic musclecars? 1978. I had a 1969 GTO judge. just put in a 3.90 posi that afternoon. this is a RAM AIR III with a 4-speed and 10 inch wide rear tires. (bias ply)

so I'm out being cool with my new posi and it starts to rain a bit... first rain of the season. some guy in a 69 Z/28 camaro is messin with me with his little small block so I jump on it in second gear. we are doing about 35 MPH but my speedo says about 50 cuz the tires are spinning so what do I do when the hood tach says 5500? shift of course.

so now were still doing 35 MPH but my speedo says about 75... and oh yeah I'm doing 35 completely sideways. 90 degrees. I'm looking out my windshield at the passeger side window of the Z.

I try to fix this pickle I'm in by countersteering to no avail and end up basically broadsiding this guy while doing 35 MPH sideways. this knocked him over a center divider that was about a foot tall, ripping out his suspension, he took out a fire hydrant, and went backwards across 4 lanes of traffic which was coming in the other direction.

what a mess. no one got hurt. the Z was totalled. it was wrecked so bad it would even have been totalled with todays Z prices. put a fender and a bumper on the GTO and lived to smoke those L-50-15's again another day....

just not in the rain.

my GTO ends up facing the wrong directin next to the curb as if I parked it there on purpose. tweaked my bumper a bit. and that was it.

 

I just realized I have never totalled out a car. I drive like an 80 year old man, even in my cheapest beaters.

I once parted out a '56 Olds with less than 20K original miles, still had the plastic on the seats, but it was a four door with no title and the motor had already been robbed out, I stripped it clean. I sleep good at night knowing that no cars leave my yard heading for the crusher without EVERY possible useable piece salvaged off of them.

 

In 1972, I stripped a 54 Harley and made it into a chopper..........and threw all the genuine Harley parts in the trash

 

I've run a couple all winter, the salt destroys them slowly after a while. The only one I really killed was an '87 T-bird - my dad's car, still fairly new, driving home from school one afternoon. Some guy in a delivery van had parked right in my lane, I was going too fast coming around the curve, saw him, locked 'em up, slid sideways passenger side first into a telephone pole on the other side of the road. I had a '77 Buick with a 301 and blew the motor, but I put another crappy 301 in it and sold it again. Cut the body off a '79 Electra and stuck a '51 Chevy coupe body on it when I was a teen - then never had the money to buy a mig welder to actually finish it.

Had an '86 Buick wagon get shot all to shit where I had stored it, the car had huindreds of .22 holes in it, but someone else did that for me (and if I ever should find them I intend to make their hide match, just on principle). The car it was the parts car for, an '87 Pontiac wagon, we crushed last December finally. it still ran, I still have the motor although I'm not sure why - it's a 307.

The 87 got parked when I got a '72 Bonneville with a 455, which I drove until the already-repaired frame rotted out on the top and broke and the bumper sagged down and would bounce going over bumps. I sold the motor out of it for the same $400 I paid for the car -

Working on cutting up a '58 Buick Special 4dr - bad frame and pans - a '69 Toronado, bad underneath also and has had an animal living inside it - and probably a '64 Gran Prix, also with a bad frame. Not in a hurry to mess with that one.

 

1959 BMW Isetta 300.... it was about 1972

 

1966 Chevy 427 Impala Super Sport Black w white interior -buckets, console and 427 /PG w AIR Cond. turned into a stock car
second ?
1967 427 Impala SS 4 spd 2:73 12 bolt posi. same thing ,both booted off the track due to CI ruling

I destroyed both cars and if ONLY I knew what they would be worth later ,last i heard the last 427 was in a hill climbing truck in texas

 

I was driving down highway 6 one rainy night in my 70 Plymouth Sport Fury. I turned the wheel to go around a curve and the Pymouth went straight. I ended up plowing into a pole at 60 mph. I thought I had just sideswiped the pole but when I got out and looked at the front of my car the headlights were facing each other and I had knocked the pole down and it ended up behind the car. I walked to a friend's house and spent the night. The next day I went and found the Chief of Police and told him I had wrecked my car. He said, "I know, we found it last night. Do you know you stopped trains for miles?". The pole I had hit was a railroad pole that had the wires on it that carried train signals. That was thirty years ago.

 

Not the best i've done. Damned sure not the worst either!

 

May not be that cool but a 66 Mustang and a 65 T Bird that I bought for spare parts. I drove both of them in and after stripping them of everything possible and cutting them up they made four trips in the back of my pickup to dump the scrap. But hey, I got a lot of Mustang and T Bird parts for the ones I still have.

 

that sucks

 

took a torch to a couple of A coupes, and one 32 roadster body. Sliced and diced with torch and stick welder. Ahh.... modified racing days, what a kick.

 

When I was teaching, we car bashed a '74ish Pinto that I later learned once belonged to the late Indy car driver Stan Fox. Turns out it takes high school kids an hour (at $1 a minute) to bash a pinto into unrecognizableness with 8 and 14 LB sledge hammers

 

1971 Dodge Charger RT. My third car. 340/727auto car. Hemi Orange, white gut. Rust free body but every panel was caved in and the front suspension and upper control arm ecentrics were busted out of the car from some Dukes of Hazzard driving. Stripped it for parts for my '72 Satellite Sebring and crushed it.

1941 Lincoln Zephyr Club Coupe. - Took one aluminum V12 cylinder head with me (other one was MIA) and left the rest to rot at the old homestead when pops sold out.

Speaking of the old man......when I was a kid we had a '67 RS/SS Camaro. 327/automatic. Silver with black snout stripe and a black gut......... complete with SNOW TIRES.....studded snow tires. Same goes for two Impalas.....one a 64 SS hard top, the other a 63 ragtop. Great in the snow! Kept our good Fords out of the WNY winters and roadsalt!!

-Bigchief.

 

1969 Mercury Cyclone... told myself not to drive that day and did it anyway. Nurse was lost in down town, she turned left from the far right lane. End result - car totalled. Was paid nicely tho

 

Not really a cool car or truck. About 10 years ago I was doing an exchange with a civilian Ambulance service. On a Code 1 call, lights and siren with a young just qualified female paramedic driving. We came to a roundabout and I told her to go straight through, she took it a little too literary. Hit a 2 foot high brick wall in the center and tore the front end out of the Ambulance.
Glad the call turned out to be a prank!!
One fucked Ambulance, me returned to my Army unit and a young Paramedic without a job.
Fuckers.
Doc.

 

Not me, but an idiot cousin was driving home drunk. He went to pull into his driveway, only didn't use his brakes, and parked his chevy truck on top of a pretty nice all original low-milage 64 T-bird. Ripped the top off the body, and crushed one side a foot down. Hit so hard it went over that t-bird, hit a 2-ton dumptruck and pushed it a foot over. He climbed out, and went to bed. I was wanting to buy that car, but didn't have the money yet, so I was really pissed. Knew it was only a matter of time before he killed it...

 

I tore apart a totally stock '49 Kaiser and couldn't get it back together, so I dumped the engine and sold the car. I'll always regret that!

 

Had a very nicely done early Ghia (please notice I didn't actually use the "V" word here ), yellow with black interior and a shit load of work in the drive train and suspension. When I finally got'er on the street I was fairly happy with my work, but she quickly turned out to be a "cursed"wagen. After getting hit five times in four months and even smacking'er once myself (something I very seldom do) I reached my limit one day. Pulled out half a dozen mostly empty rattle cans and repainted'er in an inane "camo", took a 9 lb'er to'er for around half an hour then followed that with a two-blade axe for a bit more. Finished up with a 4 lb Chinese machette I'd brought home for another 20 minutes or so. Made sure to miss anything needed for actual driving while I was getting my exercise. Wife didn't breathe a word the whole time and was polite as hell for a few days afterward .

So I drove'er that way for a couple months 'til I got another project streetable and actually sold the damned (literally) thing for a couple bucks to a kid who intended to fix'er up. Warned'im about the "luck" problem but he took'er anyway. No idea what happened to'er in the long run, don't really want to know.

 

I have been on a mission and dedicated my life to "saving" as many as possible ever since! My wife says I'm sick and should check into the Betty "FORD" clinic.

 

Back in 1966, some guy abandoned a 1954 Lincoln 2 dr.hardtop at the gas station that I worked for. Afetr sitting at the garage for a year,the cops gave it to me........ We took it to the local demo derby and destroyed it.
After the motor caught fire during the derby;"Hey, let's leave the air filter off so it will sound cooler." it just got rammed in every corner. When the derby was finished,we went out on the field and it started right up,so.... we left it running with a brick on the gas pedal. It took 15 minutes of flat out reving to blow it up. What a bunch of dip sticks !!!!!
It was black with ivory leather interior and the 4 speed automatic.

Funny thing, the guy who brought it to the garage in the first place left it off because it was skipping. I fixed in in 15 minutes by putting the plug wires on the correct spark plugs.

 

Arguably, it was a wreck before they gave it to me, but when I took a job as a cab driver they gave me a 73 Impala (this was in 76 or 77) that was already into its fourth engine and transmission. It caught fire on me once so the paint on the hood was blistered. The radial tires were so worn the steel belt was exposed at the edges. Some people wouldn't get in the car when I rolled up, cuz it looked like a death trap. But I ran the hell outta that car and I heartily recommend the experience--everybody should have one car they can drive like it ain't theirs--

 

Never wrecked a car (knock on wood).

But some here think I have totally fucked this truck up

 

I totalled my '55 150 Wagon once... put it nose first into a bar ditch on a rainy muddy night. Bought a '57 4 door sedan hulk out of a scrapyard (not even a junkyard... SCRAP yard LOL) to steal the frame out of it. $45 investment and traded the leftover body pieces to the wrecking yard man for some engine and rear end parts.

Whale of a deal.... whale of a learning experience for a 16y.o., too.