Stupid things you did when you were young thread

Given the topic, I could be here typing for days...

Put a J.C. Whitney "Barefoot Accelerator Pedal" on my '70 340 Duster when I was 16. First time I floored it leaving the house the throttle stuck wide open and the car started fish-tailing and eventually swapped ends with me. The car ended up in my neighbor's front yard right next to the house - lucky to not have ended up INSIDE their house...

At 18 I drilled a 4.5" bolt pattern onto a set of 4" 8.75" axles. Had no way to spline the holes to make the studs lock but I pressed them in anyway. Lasted a couple of weeks before everything came undone. Got passed on the road by one of the 15" X 10" Cragar S/S wheels that I just had to have on the car and that had prompted me to undertake this hair-brained operation in the first place...and couldn't get the other one off because the studs just turned in the axle flange when I tried to back the lug nuts off...destroyed the wheels and axles by the time all was said & done...and my driver's side quarter was slightly modified from its factory appearance...

Helped a buddy build a 396 BBC that same year. Had never been inside anything but a 340 & a 383. Never even considered trying to find a home for that little nylon bushing that came in the overhaul gasket set. His brand new 402 lasted 11 days before the oil pump shaft dislodged itself and he wiped out the bottom end...

I also lost part of my thumb that year while cleaning & oiling the chain on my KZ1000 Z1-R. We lived on a dirt road so this operation was done frequently. At some point I figured out that I could speed things up by doing this with it up on the center stand, idling in first gear. While wiping the excess oil from the bottom of the chain my rag was snatched out of my hand and hung up in the chain/sprocket. Being a clear-minded, forward-thinking, 18 year old rocket scientist I immediately grabbed the rag to yank it out. Instead I was yanked into the chain, and my thumb went around the spocket and hung up on top as my wrist/arm wedged against the shock. I pulled back so hard I smashed the back of my head on the concrete. I never blacked out, but I was definitely DAZED. I was also the new, proud owner of 4.5 digits on my right hand. That was November of 1980. To this day I am more cautious around moving parts than anyone I know...

Sorry so long winded - like I stated, I could be here for days!!!

Ray