What's the dumbest thing you've ever done in your car?

I left a DEAD show once when I was 16 and just got a license and bronco

the bronco was filled with HIPPY Balloons

we drove around sucking gas that night

and you 'all think people on cell phones cant drive

luckily Im still here and have gotten quite a bit more self controll in the last 16 yrs.

well really the last 5

 

thats freakin hillarious...dangerous as hell but funny!

When we were about 16, i had an old 64 fairlane beater that used to belong to my grandma. I am the youngest so it was pretty beat by the time I got it. We used to screw around so much in that car!

We would drive through alleys and try to knock down as many trash cans as we could. My best friend had one of those old station wagon with the fake wood on the side, so we would both do stupid shit.

We also used to "borrow" those silver fire extinguishers, the ones that are filled with water and run on air pressure. Those thing shoot about 30 feet! We would fill them at the gas station and drive around looking for skate boarders or people at the bus stop to do drive-by sprayings or have wars with our other friends.

There was also this park that we would always go to after it rained. we would drive up over the curb and do donuts and spin-outs on the grass. It was lot of fun, but we probably tore up the grass pretty bad. Once on the way out (during that el nino rainy season) my friend all dared me to go through this huge puddle that was in a low point of the park. I gunned it, but we didn't realize how deep it actually was. the car stalled out right in the middle! about 2 inches of water seaped in all over the floor boards. after a couple minutes, we got it started again. the car wouldn't even stop good because the drums were all wet. good times...

 

Not once...not twice...but three times, I've had the quick release steering wheel pop off of my race car while at speed. Luckily, I was able to stop safely all three times,without crashing. But I lost all three races too!

 

I've posted this before, but it still makes me laugh to this day. Around 1970, along with a friend of mine, Dean, we took our cars out to Seattle International Raceway (now, once again, called Pacific Raceways). I had a 70 340 Dart Swinger, Dean drove a 66 Chevelle Malibu, 283, 2 barrel, powerglide, 3.08 rear gear car. Took my younger brother Alan along as he'd never been to the drags. My brother disappears, and I look all over for him. Dean comes down the return road after a pass and parks in the pits. I ask him if he's seen my brother. Dean walks around to the back of the Chevelle, pops the trunk, and out comes my brother. Dean had him get in the trunk for "weight" to get traction; now remember, this was a 283, 2 barrel, powerglide car; traction, for what, like the car could'nt spin the tires in the dirt. My brother was about 16 at the time, I was 19. I still get a kick out of telling people, the only time my brother went down a dragstrip was in the trunk of a car!

 

Trusted my passenger. He said he would tell me over which hill the road turned suddenly and sharply left.

 

jumped on it in the rain in my GTO with L-50-15 Kelley Superchargers on the back and made a 3rd to 4th gear shift. I was doing about 40 and the speedo was doing 75 and spun 90 degrees to the left, 90 degrees to the right, and when I went back for my next fishtail to the left I broadsided a 69 Z/28. nobody got hurt.

did a powerstand in my 69 Gran Prix at a gas station because the attendant wouldn't let me pump my gas because I was facing the wrong direction. smoked 'em for a good 60 seconds. this was right next to the pumps.

took the above mentioned GTO out on the freeway the week I bought it and did 110 with 4 other highschool kids in it with 4 bald recap tires. no seatbelts or brains in that car.

same GTO the day I bought it. picked up my buddy, got to the next stop sign by his house and laid about 40 feet of rubber, then a gap when I shifted and another 50 feet beyond that. right in the middle of a neighborhood. someone should have beaten my ass for that. this was back when you could still beat a kids ass for being stupid and not get sued and go to jail.

 

i used to shoot alot of roadsigns in azusa canyon,mt baldy , and glendora ridge road.

 

did a lot of dumb shit in my VW bus in high school. I built a bong int the dash board. we used to get as many people as possible to sit as far to the rear as possible, pull up to a huge speed bump or steep dip, rev the engine and dump the clutch to get mini-wheelies. Used to drive that bus as fast as I could down the mountain to see how fast I could get it (barely got over 90). We used to go to shopping center parking lots at night, put a shopping cart up against the front of the car, floor it then hit the brakes and watch as the shopping cart would hit a parking block and hopefully cartwheel, perhaps through a window. Holy shit I was a dumb kid.

 

That's funny, I was racing down Baldy into claremont, that final stretch is wher you could really open it up. If you ever go hiking down into those canyons and gorges, they are literally filled with wrecked cars

 

We had just rode over to a guys house in his 4 door AMC Ambasador. We had just got out and his Dad says to move the car cause he needs out of the drive. The kid starts cussing his Dad out and gets in the car, slams the door, and stomps it in reverse. (This is about the time my Dad would have been pulliing my punk ass out of the car and whooping my ass if I did something like that.) Anyhow at full throttle in reverse in the gravel his passenger door flys open. It jams against the basketball goal, that's firmly cemented in the ground. That door was laid back flat against the fender like the one on that GTX in "Tommy Boy". That's when I said to my other Friend. "Time for us to go." Believe it or not he didn't get his ass beat.
That guy did plenty of other dumb shit in cars, including trying to check if the clutch on his engine fan was working by holding onto it while someone started it. I'm not sure what it's supposed to do, but I know it fucked his hand up pretty good. I asked him "Does that mean it's good or bad?"

 

In the early 70's (yeah I do remember some of the 70's, especially this dumb stunt) Me and my girl friend were leaving the local drag strip, I popped off some smart ass remark to her and she told me to kiss her ass. I told her to bare it and she leaned away from me and pulled down the side of her hot pants on my side. To this I looked down at her butt cheek and was wagging my tongue. She screemed "Look Out " and I looked up to see that traffic was backed up at a stop sign and hit the brakes right before plowing into the back end of a 68 fairlane fast back......who plowed into the back end of a 73 Vega. That little piece of butt cost me a bundle! On yeah did I mention we were in my 62 409 Impala?

 

My wife has begged me not to post a reply to this. I at least had to post this!

 

I had a 58 Corvette back in 1960, and there was this fat girl,nah, never mind.

BB

 

train tracks that have a 40 degree angle at least at the top, my truck doing 45, trying to catch up to a cute redhead in a droptop camaro.

never have i heard a sound so bloodcurdeling then when that truck came back to earth.....lost the redhead too.

 

proposed to my ex-wife

 

17 and in high scool went to votec. I had a 58 belair 348 4 speed hopped up good we had a sub in auto tech i had my car backed in the shop the big doors open in to hallway i do a burn out in the shop with the line loc on till i cant see any more well you know the rest. 10 days off had to replace the tiles on the floor and clean all the rubber off the lockers . BUT MAN IT WAS FUN AS HELL !

ROCKY man i miss that car

 

Thats not fair Bud! Lets here the story!

 

OK, I got a couple dumb things I suppose I can admit to.

First - Old VW Beetles do indeed float like the commercials said, for a little while anyway

Then there was the time my Junior Year in High School when after football practice (last day of double sessions) 4 of us defensive linemen piled into my 68 Mustang and went for a cruise down some railroad tracks. We almost tested the car floating theory on the Mustang as well in the Farmington River but lived to drive another day.

Then about a year later I was racing my father home (driving my recently purchased 66 Nova SS) when as I exited the interstate I managed to put the sucker in reverse while doing about 85 mph. THAT was quite the ride, my Father got to watch the melee from right behind me, then towed me home.

Finally (for now) my favorite car story - One night during my old street racing days, after changing the fuel system on (the same) Nova I took it for a ride about 10pm to test it out as I had a race arranged the next night.

So, I drive (with my Father) out to my favorite long straight road in an industrial area a couple miles from my house, warm the tires a little, stage and run it through the gears. Just as I shift into high I catch a glimpse of light or a reflection or something out of the corner of my eye just ahead between a couple buildings and say to my Father as we blow by "I think we just passed a cop."

Well, I back out of it at the end of our planned run and coast down to a regular speed when as I round a bend and am about to make a turn onto the main road to go home I see these headlights coming up on us real fast from behind.

Shit, it's a cop I say to my Father just as the Officer turns his roof lights on. He has me dead to rights so I just pull over immediately, all the while envisioning me going to jail that night, losing my license forever and such.

So the officer walks up to my side window and I recognize him - I was his paperboy a couple years before; there may be hope for me yet. He says to me, "Al, what the hell are you doing?" to which I answer "testing my car to see if it's fixed, I have a race tomorrow night." He then asked me if I knew how fast I was going, which I of course under estimated and said "I dunno, 85 or 90?"

He said in a not so friendly voice "I had you at 137mph and you were still accelerating as you went by!" and then asked me "what would happen to you if I told your Father about this?"

Right then I leaned back in my seat and looked to my right, nodding my head in that direction. The officer shined his light into my car and saw my Father sitting there beside me, sheepishly waving back.

The look on the Officer's face was priceless!!!

I ended up with a $25 ticket for Unnecessary Noise or something like that and a very stern warning to not get caught going that fast in town ever again or I was toast.

My Father and I still laugh about it to this very day, almost 30 years later

BTW, I won my race the next night.........

Al in CT

 

this is a story of other people doing stupid things.

my buddy in High school had a 67 442. for some reason this guy could do all sorts of stupid stunts and never crash or break anything.

when it rained he liked to go to the grocery store parking lot and do 360's and all sorts of other stupid stuff. you know about monkey see monkey do?? any time anyone went with him in thier own car they would end up going up a curb or hitting a pole or something.

stupid fucks left on a tow truck more often than not. all I had was my 6 banger 49 chevy at that time or I would have been one of them.

 

in high school late night usta hit the garbage bags at the curbs and send the shit flying all over peoples yards .. even did it with "girls" along ..
one time the "girl' was drivin her parents NEW BUICK she swerved to hit some garbage too... only it was piled on a big rock ...swerve, splat , crunch, bent A arm and wheel tucked under...we ran ..... left her there crying ...we were so badass..
later that year we were caught ... shredds of bags dragging under the car when we were pulled over we had left a paint trail for 15 blocks circling the nay bor hood..

also whilst trying to make a 100 mph run between country towns about 17 miles..six guys in the car... my brother shoots shot gun out the backeseat window .. that i did not know was in the car...man a gun going off behind your head at 100 is some unreal shit ... car filled with smoke ears ringing world flashing by...



saw a real good lookin girl hitch hiking on the freeway (odd in MINN.in 1975) she was under a a over pass staying out of the light rain.. i was in the far left lane of 3 in my hot BIG BLOCK 67 POLARA 2 DOOR... G60'S front L60's rear... stabbed the brakes and turned to the right ... spun 3 complete times and was headed in the right direction about 6 car lengths past her on the paved shoulder...
funny she would not get in the car?

 

HAHA!!! Man that made me laugh....
-Anthony

 

A good friend of mine shot into a herd of cattle while we were driving past on the highway. One of them started bucking and yelling, I guess he got it. lol


My uncle used to tie a rope from his Camaro's bumper to people's Christmas lights and haul ass down the street.


Probably the dumbest thing I've ever done was race down a three-lane road. I was in the left lane (winning) and my buddy was in the far right lane. There was a van riding a cop's ass in the center lane; I didn't notice him until I was passing him. Of couse I slammed on my brakes just as he looked over at me with this real surprised face. About that time my friend went blowing past us at about 100mph. The cop was so surprised and the van was riding his ass so bad that me and my friend were both able to get turned into a neighborhood before he could get behind us. Good times...

 

Sheesh! Lots!! But a couple that come to mind...
Street racing a buddy in the 69 with a cop right behind me! Did not turn out well! But the cop was somewhat humored and told me to look in that thing in middle of the windshield sometime BEFORE I do anything stupid like that again!
Did a big smokey burnout (in the 69) leaving a stop light with a cop across the road. Just got a warning that time. Taking the 69 wide open on a long stretch of road with a hopped up 350, and 2.73 gears.......WAAAAAAY too fast with old stock drum brakes and 14" tires! Figure that one out with 325 rwhp and at 6300 RPM!
Showing off a little (in the 69 again) and romped it on an on ramp to the highway, ended up loosing traction about halfway up it (approx 75mph) and spun it around backwards onto the median and bent the subframe, A arms, two wheels and blew the belts in the tires! but I did miss any traffic and the guardrail.
Put two spacers behind the fan on the waterpump to put the fan closer to the radiator. Needless to say, learned a lesson after the shaft broke at 6500 RPM and sent the fan thru the radiator and halfway thru the hood!
I am sure there is more, just cant' think of it now!

 

I was driving backwards, very carefully looking that there would be space for my car, yeah, I had some millimeters left...oops, i forgot the space that the open door needed... Looked like a raisin afterwards but why should I bother on my newly painted car?

 

Growing up in the Adirondack foothills in NY state left many opportunities to be very stupid and very drunk. Miles of unpatrolled dirt roads and a heavy diet of Dukes of Hazzard growing up. Challengers got nothing on early 80s midsize GMs.I wish my balls were as big as they used to be.
Evr see a Mustang that landed so hard the water pump broke off the motor?
Ever see your friends piss themselves?
Ever been bumper rubbed by your brother at over a 100 mph on a single track sand road.
Ever put it in reverse at 75 on purpose?
Anyone want me to get detailed.
I could fill a book.

 

I used to enjoy cruising into a small town at night, finding the street corner or parking lot where the local kids hung out and drive slowly by yelling obscenities, telling them what good blowjobs their mothers give, etc. The point of this? To watch them jump into their cars and chase us and for the thrill of out-running them. I can't believe we never got our asses kicked. Thank God for that 440 Six-Pack Barracuda's ridiculous power!

 

My first car, a 61 Comet, and me being young and clueless and low on funds, decide to fix my muffler. Well I decide I need to anchor it to something sturdy so I tie it to the drive shaft thinking this looks pretty sturdy. I found out in a hurry what that was.

 

Here's a pretty dumb one...not to dangerous...but kinda dumb.

I had a lowered Chevy pickup years ago with a SMC and a 4spd that had a problem. Man!...lol...I'd step on the gas, and POOOOOF!, she'd sneeze big-time through the carb. What made it really hilarious to me at the time, (I was in my early '20s, understand) was that I had no air-cleaner...just an anodized stack for the 4 brrl carb and no hood. Middle of the winter, incidentally. But when that carb went "POOF", I swear to God...it'd shoot a BIG-assed flame at least 3 ft in the air! I imagined it was quite disconcerting to the motorists around me...lol...so I did it every chance I got. Fact is, it was a bit disconcerting to me as well...in between my cracking up about it. I found the cam had multiple flat lobes. Changed to a lumpy cam, and had some more fun with that truck.