I did almost the same thing except it was a new 1972 Grand Torino. I don't know how fast I was going as I was sleeping!
Killed a 1600lbs. cow going 95mph on a gravel road with a motorcycle when I was 14. Been married 3 times, kinda like fishing kept throwing them back till I found a keeper. To many more to list God must love me, He always let me live.
Seeing as I was an inspiration for this thread, I feel the need to chime in. And no, it's not gonna compare to what some of you crazy fucks have done... I really don't know how some of you have survived. Off the top of my head.. I remember when I was about 20, I bought a '67 New Yorker.. closed chambered heads 440, dual exhaust, highway gears.. but that car was crazy fast for a boat.. this is about 1985. My '64 Polara was just sitting in my yard (wide 318, pushbutton trans). My friend asked me if he could drive it.. no biggie. He called me a couple days later.. "the car's broke! it's sitting on the tire!". Went to where he was.. pass side rear spring broke, in front of and behind the axle. I jacked it up with the bumper jack from the New Yorker, grabbed the jack from the Polara, and stuck it under the frame rails and dropped it.. good to go. He followed me in the Chrysler.. drove it 20 miles to my brother's farm... 75 mph+ on the back county roads. I could hear the tire rubbing when ever I went around a corner or bumps.. interior was solid blue smoke, lol.
My summer job was working at a amusement park called Great America, two years as a ride operator (great job) and my last year before college was as an assistant ride mechanic. I think because I was young and dumb I would always get the Edge, which was a 14 story free fall ride. I would climb up one side and down the other with a heavy bar manually checking the brakes in the morning before the test runs. One morning I was challenged to ride with out the shoulder harness. Which of course, I agreed to do. I had to hold the harness up with my arms - which I used to wedge myself into the seat - I am not dumb The force of the drop wasn't to bad, it was when the ride jerked backwards at the bottom that was a problem. It threw me hard against the back of the car, at which time I let go of the shoulder harness, which slammed down on my chest, I had a really great bruise in the middle of my chest and lesser bruising on my shoulders. There was a lot of laughs from the mechanics around to watch. And the story was spread. The manager heard and was not amused - actually threaten to tell my mom (which is pretty classic) and I was not allowed to work on the edge anymore Those were great summers - filled with lots of fun and dumb stuff of youth. I miss those days
Thought of another one, but not me.. my brother Dave. I was about 13 or so, needed gas for the lawn mower, asked him to run me to the gas station. One of his friend was with him, so they had the front seat of the '67 Valiant 2 dr.. me and my friend were in the back. I filled the can, no top on it. They went inside to get some beer, and pay for the gas. Can is between my legs in the back seat, Dave gets in, lights a smoke. "What the fuck! Gas!" I yell. He reaches around, and drops the lit cig in the can... I learned about gas, fumes, open flames that day. My shorts were garbage material, though.
Size didn't matter when you find a good one. Been drag racing for 42 years and she backs me all the way. Even pays for some of the parts. That's a keeper in my book.
stilts. 8footers. the kind you have to climb up on the roof to get onto. There's no air-bags on stilts, and 8 ft is a loooong way down. Walking on wet ground in case you have to ditch is a really bad idea, as wet ground precludes the ditching. Yeah that was a fun summer.......
I win this one...........I went on the rides at Great America when Cudajames was a mechanic there !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, it could have happened.
OUCH!!!! That's happened a lot of times so you're not alone. Sometimes you only open your mouth is to change feet.
That was a long time ago man. Me and two of my friends used to sneak into the armory at the local military base and "borrow" tank rounds, hand grenades and the occasional land mine along with tactical gear and MRE's. My best friend then is now a pyrotechnics engineer for some of the movie producing companies. If you have ever watched a movie with the old school fuse on dynamite, there is a good chance he made the fuse they used. Not sure why, but he seems to do mostly western movie stuff. (like when a shack or house blows up)
I started young. I discovered when I was 11 you could make a bobby pin into a miniature slingshot that would just fit in your shirt pocket. You could also roll a small piece of aluminum foil into something really close to a be be, it would go about 100". My 6th grade teacher liked to read the paper after he gave us our math assignments. The trick is to put a hole in the paper while he is reading and get the sling shot put away and look innocent by the time he whips down the paper. Never got caught, he did really bad "whacks" back in the day.
When I was 11 years old, me and my best friend “borrowed” a neighbors 100’ 1/2” garden hose and tied it to a tree at the top of a 80’ granite wall of an abandoned granite quarry and proceeded to use it to climb down into the quarry and back out again a few hours later. One slip and we would have been dead meat on the granite boulders below. Thank goodness the hose held up to our weight climbing it two at a time. I swear it had been stretched to 120’ long by the time we returned it. 2 days later, the thing was springing leaks everywhere when he tried to water his lawn.
Riding my motorcycle from Florida to Connecticut in about 1963. Stopped in the carolinas and bought two gross (that's 288) M-80 fire crackers and one gross of cherry bombs and packed them in the saddle bags. As an old man I wonder what the accident scene would have looked like had I laid the bike over. And the time I entered a demolition derby and a guy hit my door so hard it jammed my fingers between the door and steering wheel. And the time I went on a tour of the State of Illinois building in Chicago. I was on the roof checking on an evaporative condenser when I wandered off and followed along a wall checking it out when I looked down to see the tips of my shoes at the edge of the building and ant sized people and cars below. One more step and it would have been all over. And the time I bought a calculator that could add, subtract, divide and multiply (only) with a heavy 120v chord coming out of it for $120. Pretty slick at the time. Two years later they were solar and you got one free by opening a savings account.
Reminds me of jumping off quarry cliffs around 1979. There were two in Williamson, PA. One had green water but really good cliffs that were begging to be jumped off of, the other one had blue water, but the cliffs were not straight down so we couldn't jump. We just swam around in it. It scary as shit jumping off but that's what made it fun. I don't have the balls to do it at my age now!!!! The one we jumped into looked very similar to this.
I once got an offer to hang down a wall of the Grand Canyon to dig a 6 foot piece of petrified wood out that my Grandfather wanted. Passed on that one.
A few year back there was this road in Cincinnati called Ragland road (1 mile of gravel and cricks). So we got some pretty bad flooding and my friends and I drove back there in my 2012 AWD ford escape. Anywho, we get to the creek and it was a goddamned river, so I decided to drive against the currentfor about 120, the water was damn near over the hood. For like 3 days the car wouldnt rev over 3.5k. Had the engine died or the car got swept backwards, I'd still be swimming, never under estimate the ultimate off roading furry of a mom car! That thing is a rocket though
Working at Chevron station in my youth. Tanker truck comes in to unload, a company truck all shiney and polished. Driver gets out and uncovers the underground tanks and drags his hose and accessories out. As he's pulling the cap off his first intended tank I see he has a cigarette in his mouth. "Do you think you should be smoking right over that open tank?" I says. He stands up "You mean this?" he says, holding up the cigarette. He then proceeds to drop the lit smoke into the open tank. My partner and I were 50 yards out in the desert before it hit liquid. "Hey! It goes out when it hits the gas!" he yells. "But what about the 10' of vapors before the gas?" I yell back.
no kidding junior, i think i heard about a one year old who died within the last week because his mom tried to do the same thing Firefighters, community choked up at scene where child drowned in Florence floodwater
