My cousin & I used to drag junk cars to the crusher on Saturdays for extra money. We were poor, early 20's kids. We'd drag them with a log chain that was run thru an old driveshaft with the ends cut off it. We took turn about being the junk car driver. He was pulling one day and I was steering a 69 Malibu 4 door with no engine or transmission. Driveshaft was firmly resting on the emergency brake cables and we rolled the dice it would make it the 2 miles to the crusher. It was our last car of the day and we had 20 minutes to get there before they closed at noon. Off we went, running maybe 30-35 mph down this gravel road. The emergency brake cable gave up pretty quick, the *** end of that Malibu pole vaulted into the air, and the driveshaft shot up thru the tunnel, thru the back seat and into the roof. Driveshaft was still sub soiling into the dirt road! Scared me half to death! My cousin had no idea it had happened, and I had no brakes because the cable had burnt into! I was yelling at the top of my lungs and smashing the horn button as hard as I could...but of course, there was no battery in the car! :BangHead: We had 2 turns to make to get to the crusher and he never looked back.....so I just kept steering. The driveshaft being stove up in the dirt actually did slow the car somewhat......until it broke when we had to cross the railroad track while pulling into the crusher! Herb, the old man who ran the crusher came out to look the car over, like always. He looked at the driveshaft poking thru the floorboard and the roof, looked at me and said, "Boy, if you **** in that seat I'm knocking 0.20 a pound of your pay!"
:rofl: It's funny now....and thru all of the fiasco, SOMEHOW, we didn't lose the 20 cents a lb. :eek: