What is the CRAZIEST thing you have done in a week to make a race

So I was raised in a race shop fetching parts and beers, as a young boy with no Mom it seemed perfectly normal. (still does hah) So I do not remember what the drama was but my father and buddy worked all night to get car ready, got it all ready and van loaded. We had been driving for about an hour before they realized I was still in the van. Yep I am now part of pit crew, they had no time to take me back and had to get to track. In their exhaustion and focus they had simply forgotten about me! I am at best 9 years old? So my new job is to sit on beer cooler and open beers and hand them forward. Official Disclaimer: I am sure no one driving was drinking. And as they rotated and needed to pee I had to grab the side door and slide it open where they would pee on the fly. This turned into a incredible display of patience and timing as invariably if you had to pee the driver would naturally need to pass a car at the point you were 1/2 done. This led to side bets and no end of howling. Keep in mind this is late sixties the van had a false floor with a wood platform deck to double the storage. The sliding door on side was huge and I could barely open it. At some point they decided I was allowed one sip per beer opened as a token of appreciation for me being FNG on pit crew. In return they did their best to hit me with empties as they tossed them to the back. They filled the cavity where the back double doors closed with empties. So we get to the track and have to go straight to tech. They tell me to stay put and act normal. (Still not sure how to do that) They get the car on the scales and pop open the back doors and all the beer cans clatter to the ground. The chief tech guy is not amused. They order me out of the van to toss them in the trash. I am in awe of even being there I am at tech, being told what to do as a member of the crew, all under the watchful eye of the track officials. Trying to be super cool and mature I stand up in the van and walk towards the back doors amidst the empty cans. My grand entry, as I exit I hit my head squarely upon the edge of the opening for the back doors. I land on the MT cans which then act as marbles and me and all my glory cascade out of the van on a carpet of cans and land on my back at the track officials feet. His displeasure is now full blown as here is a little kid quite clearly "off balance" My Dad and his buddies are doubled over as are most in the tech area. They had a bit of reputation you see. They won the race that weekend. And my spot on the crew was cemented. I just figured I would share that story as so many of us have been in this hobby for so long. We all have about a million stories just like that. The world was simpler then I think. I can only imagine how that would turn out today. Heck I even drank out of a garden hose when I was thirsty.