Dumb/Stupid Things You've Done...and Survived
OMG....my post on that would resemble one of A/Js...lol
Yeah.....I wouldn't know where to start, nevermind how many pages it would fill, my buddy and I still talk about some of the stupid **** we did when we were young, and I swear his kids think half of it is B.S.
because it should have killed us.
One that comes to mind was a time when he had a 77 or 78 Powerwagon with a 6" body lift and a 4" suspension lift, 400 BB auto trans. We were out in an off road area, on a frozen pond, him doing donuts on the ice (the thing did incredible donuts), while I stood with my feet
in the dish of the 10" aluminum slot rim, holding on to the side of the box
. We put that truck through a ton of crazy ****, he would slam on the E-brake and spin the truck around at 40 or 50 mph, drove it through rivers, fields you name it.
One night we were out on our motorcycles, late in the fall, it was a chilly night, and in those days we weren't required to wear helmets, so of course we didn't. We were wearing knit caps or toques, riding along a semi freeway at about 60 mph when my buddy's hat blew off. No problem, we just turned around and went back to get it, except we were going south in the northbound lane, and a cop happened to see us. Damn, he grabs his hat and we open the throttles, topping 125mph for a couple miles before we came to a major intersection and were forced to stop. Our light finally went green, no cop in sight, so we take off a bit slower, but not much. Now I have a flat rear tire, must have run over a nail when we went back for the toque, so I beeline it to a nearby loading dock I knew of that was well concealed while my friend hauled *** down the road. Now I'm trying to figure out how I can get my bike home, miles away, late at night when I hear a motorcycle horn "beep beep". I flip on the ignition on my bike, tap the horn a couple times, and my buddy rolls around the corner.
We decide to double on his bike back to my house and get my car and my brother's snowmobile trailer, and go back for the bike. Great plan so far, but every time we accelerate, he nails the throttle, and my feet go up as I am holding on to the small bar at the back of the seat, all goes ok until we go flying past the turn to my place. He slows the bike, flips a quick turn, and hammers the throttle again. This time the front wheel comes up and I go over the back, land on the road, and am being dragged along the pavement. He realizes that my feet didn't come back down, turns his head and sees me still hanging on to the bar, dragging on the pavement. He lets off the throttle, I let go of the bar and do a couple barrel rolls as the bike comes to a stop. He gets off his bike and comes back where I am asking if I'm ok. I was fine, other than a minor road rash, and we start laughing about it. Finally we make it to my house, hook up the trailer and we're gone. Get back to my bike, still where I left it, tilt the deck down, and roll it up. Now we're looking at each other like "how do we strap it down?". Neither one of us thought about that as we were leaving my place.
Well, he decides that it can't be that hard to hold on to the bike on the trailer while I drive the car. No problem, it's only a Yamaha XS1100, on a smooth plywood deck right? Plus I figured that some degree of payback was due for dumping me off the back of his bike, and I knew that he would do everything possible to prevent my bike from falling off. In the end we made it back to my house, he had to hide behind the bike once as we were passing a cop on the opposite side, and he told me there were several times when he almost lost it.
All for a damn toque!
That story ain't even the tip of the tip of the iceberg. We are still really good friends today, some 40 years later, but our stupid human tricks are a little less dangerous now. I'll relate some others in the future.
