Dumbest Driving Stunt
Dumbest Driving Stunt
What's the dumbest thing you ever did driving? Let's take anything done under the influence of alcohol out of the mix, as assisted stupidity is almost cheating. I'll go first:When I was in college in the early 70s(I know, college is supposed to make you smarter), I was driving 150 miles in the middle of the night on lonely rural Iowa 2 lane highways. At about 100mph with the empty road to myself and a bright moon, I thought it would be interesting to drive without headlights. So I turned the dash lights real dim, got night vision adapted and shut them off. I did about 20 miles like that and it worked surprisingly well. 3 good things from the experience. #1-I got away with it. #2-I was alone in the car. #3-I hadn't yet contributed to the gene pool.
LOL! Great story.
I once drove around town with a supermarket shopping cart sticking out of the trunk of my Mazda 929.
Once decided to race a friend home. Ended up overaccelerating and slammed the brake before a stop sign. Did a few 360s and the tail of my car wedged itself under the back of a dump truck. What are the odds of a dump truck with a full load of wood being on a residential street?
Told the police officer I swerved to avoid an animal and spun out. Friends in the other car came back to check on me. I told them to go to my house and wait. I called 911. The guy who owned the dump track resident came out of his house to tell the cop that I had been doing something legally questionable. The cop said "Hey I didnt see it, and theres absolutely no damage to your truck."
Lucked out. No injuries and I drove home.
These days I rarely exceed the speed limit.If I ever have children, they will ride the bus until they are 30.
I once drove around town with a supermarket shopping cart sticking out of the trunk of my Mazda 929.
Once decided to race a friend home. Ended up overaccelerating and slammed the brake before a stop sign. Did a few 360s and the tail of my car wedged itself under the back of a dump truck. What are the odds of a dump truck with a full load of wood being on a residential street?
Told the police officer I swerved to avoid an animal and spun out. Friends in the other car came back to check on me. I told them to go to my house and wait. I called 911. The guy who owned the dump track resident came out of his house to tell the cop that I had been doing something legally questionable. The cop said "Hey I didnt see it, and theres absolutely no damage to your truck."
Lucked out. No injuries and I drove home.
These days I rarely exceed the speed limit.If I ever have children, they will ride the bus until they are 30.
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When I was in my teens I had an old beater '61 AMC Rambler, the kind with the fold-back front seats (wink). I live in a winter climate, so ice was always fun. Well , one wintery day with good packed snow on the streets, I decided to see how far I could slide with the brakes locked up. So, I got 'er up to 30 MPH or so and locked 'em up.
Heheh, sort of a bad idea. Since streets have a bit of a downslope to the curb, the car slipped slowly to the side (and the high snowbanks) as it slid, so I , ahem, let off the brakes, and the car rolled right up the bank and nearly tipped over. There I was, teetering sideways, with two wheels high up the bank and two on the street, the car at a good 40 degree angle, stopped. Heheh. Fortunately, when I let off the brakes, it just rolled backwards and onto the road again. Whew.
Another time, again in the depths of winter right after a good blizzard, with high drifts over one lane of an underpass, I found out how fun it was to ram the drift at high speed. BIG blasts of snow high into the air! Great fun! BUT ... I packed the entire engine compartment full of snow, and I mean FULL. Another bad idea.
Heheh, sort of a bad idea. Since streets have a bit of a downslope to the curb, the car slipped slowly to the side (and the high snowbanks) as it slid, so I , ahem, let off the brakes, and the car rolled right up the bank and nearly tipped over. There I was, teetering sideways, with two wheels high up the bank and two on the street, the car at a good 40 degree angle, stopped. Heheh. Fortunately, when I let off the brakes, it just rolled backwards and onto the road again. Whew.
Another time, again in the depths of winter right after a good blizzard, with high drifts over one lane of an underpass, I found out how fun it was to ram the drift at high speed. BIG blasts of snow high into the air! Great fun! BUT ... I packed the entire engine compartment full of snow, and I mean FULL. Another bad idea.
Re: Dumbest Driving Stunt (96Qowner)
Oh gosh, and you gotta hear this one:
I was heading out for a road trip in a '73 Comet, and discovered the wipers weren't working. So, I left anyway. As I worked my way into the Montana Rockies on the interstate a fierce rainstorm broke out. At speed, the wind would drive the rain off the windshield, so I just kept driving, heheh. Worked ... um ... allright ... until I had to start passing semis. THAT didn't work so well. 5 seconds of complete blindness and prayer at 70 MPH on a winding mountain highway with a multi hundred ton beast two feet from my car.. Scarey, scarey, scarey. I do NOT recommend it.
I was heading out for a road trip in a '73 Comet, and discovered the wipers weren't working. So, I left anyway. As I worked my way into the Montana Rockies on the interstate a fierce rainstorm broke out. At speed, the wind would drive the rain off the windshield, so I just kept driving, heheh. Worked ... um ... allright ... until I had to start passing semis. THAT didn't work so well. 5 seconds of complete blindness and prayer at 70 MPH on a winding mountain highway with a multi hundred ton beast two feet from my car.. Scarey, scarey, scarey. I do NOT recommend it.
Re: Dumbest Driving Stunt (96Qowner)
Ah jeez, one more:
I once drove 500 miles on the interstate at 100 MPH during a snowstorm. Really. Seriously. I did. Passed every car by at least a 40 MPH margin. This was in my '65 Chevy with the cam and headers. Another bad idea. But, heheh, I got away with it. No crash, no ticket, just several anus-tightening experiences. Was the challenge, you see.
I once drove 500 miles on the interstate at 100 MPH during a snowstorm. Really. Seriously. I did. Passed every car by at least a 40 MPH margin. This was in my '65 Chevy with the cam and headers. Another bad idea. But, heheh, I got away with it. No crash, no ticket, just several anus-tightening experiences. Was the challenge, you see.
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Back in the good old days I was "working on the night moves" (to quote a Bob Segar song) in the driveway of a vacant house in the country. In any case, the owner of the house came home while we were in a most compromising position. Luckily he couldn't see in because of the fog on the windows. So as he went inside, presumably to call the cops, I jumped into the driver's seat and sped away. I almost clipped his open driver's side door on the way down the drive.
Well, that fog on the windows that prevented him from seeing in, kept me from seeing out too! The driveway was on a side road about 500' from the main highway. In all of the excitement I missed the stop sign and slid through Hwy 76 with the brakes locked down.
Luckily the road continued on the other side and no one was coming in either lane of the highway, so I didn't get plowed. That would have been one of those darwinesque headlines... "Two naked teenagers were found mangled on the side of Hwy 76 in a 1990 Mercury Cougar last night"
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Well, that fog on the windows that prevented him from seeing in, kept me from seeing out too! The driveway was on a side road about 500' from the main highway. In all of the excitement I missed the stop sign and slid through Hwy 76 with the brakes locked down.
Luckily the road continued on the other side and no one was coming in either lane of the highway, so I didn't get plowed. That would have been one of those darwinesque headlines... "Two naked teenagers were found mangled on the side of Hwy 76 in a 1990 Mercury Cougar last night"
Heath
When I lived in NJ for 3 years it snowed one day and they let us out of work early. Well...I have never driven in snow being from Florida my whole life so I get out in the parking lot and decide to have some fun in my 86 automatic accord with over 170k and still chirping the tires...anyway I drive around the parking lot that is totally covered in snow sliding around doing donuts, figure 8's and best of them all treating my car like a big wheel by pulling up the parking brake locking the rear tires and fish tailing the whole rearend around....who says you can't fish tail a FWD car....the security gaurds and a few coworkers got a good laugh out of watching me have some fun learning how to drive in the snow (did this for 2+hours) and getting comfortable before I decide to go home....well after I thought I knew who to drive in the stuff...I proceed out of the parking lot very slowly making a left hand turn...try to stop in the median and I just keep on sliding all the way across the median right into another car.....yeeooch!!! there was not too much harm done as it was a very long slow slide that I can remember to this day grasping the steering wheel while I just kept on sliding and sliding and sliding until I got into the car's path and then we both slid together down the street with front bumpers....locked. The security from my company came running across the street laughing as they could not believe that after all the crazy stunts I was doing and then pull out cautiously that I got into an accident.....well that accident started the down fall of the accord....but lead me to buy the car I have today...my Q45
Back when I was in high school, everyone crusied Slappey Blvd from McDonalds to Putt-Putt, and one night after playing a few games (arcade) at Putt-Putt, I went to head home. It had been raining and as I made my right onto Slappey which is immediately followed by merging on to the bypass (think lazy J turn, not quite a U, to the right) I nail the old 76 Candy Apple Red Vega wagon and before I know it I going sideways. I try to save it with NO luck whatsoever and come to a stop facing the wrong way, sitting inches from the fence that surrounds the back 9 (Putt-Putt). So, now after being basically scared shltless, I sit there, compose myself, and re-start the car. OOPS , it's still running. Now everyone playing Putt-Putt is looking at the coolest Red Vega Wagon ever.
I was pulling mud and dirt outta the hub caps for months.
I was pulling mud and dirt outta the hub caps for months.
Re: Dumbest Driving Stunt (911/Q45)
Oh yeah, the headlights.... Way back in time I had a 1971 TVR. It was very massaged and fast. It took turns like it was on rails. It weighed 1800 lbs. and my *** was 5 inches off the ground. Fiberglass body, tubular frame. English. Now I used to drive this road (Stirling road, in Stirling NJ) which was empty late at night almost all the time, at very high speed. There was this one turn I liked to take at about 95. In order to do this though I had to use the inside of the turn. ALL OF IT. The road was steeply crowned which assisted me in this insane endeavor. So to do this thing I needed to turn my lights OFF to see if anybody was coming. I do this becasue I am approaching this turn at about 120 and stand on the brakes for a second as I swing to the inside. I had done this a hundred times the same way, always lots of fun. But THIS night I turned my lights off and prepared to swing inside. Entered the inside, and DAYAM a pair of headlights suddenly come on in front of me! I swing to the outside to avoid the car (he was doing the same thing I was I guess) but my momentum entering an off camber turn started me spinning. I must have spun 3 times around before coming to rest. Have NO idea how I stayed on the road as there are ditches on each side of that silly country road that could swallow a Cadillac. GOD was with me that night, all through that turn. I guess I stopped spinning about 500 feet from the turn. I was shaking so bad, I'll never forget that brush with death. To make matters worse as I continued on home I came to an intersection and stopped at the stop sign. Just as I began to roll, the rear lower support link broke(the one holding the Koni coil over) and my left rear dropped to the ground. That's TWO saves by the man upstairs! Not my car in the pic but it's exactly like the one I had. Even the pull-me-over red.
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Those are GREAT!
Mine are somewhat lame, but here goes:
In Tucson, attending the U of A, had been out with three friends at a club. Met up with four girls at said club, and convinced them to join us for "breakfast" at Village Inn (standard fare for us after a long night out).
We're following them to the restaurant, them in a newer Caddy and us in my 84 CRX. We get a few cars behind in traffic, and almost miss the turn.
Brilliant me decides to show off, and as I'm about to overshoot the driveway of the restaurant (where the girls are just getting out of their car), I grab the e-brake (intending to pivot on the front wheels, slam 1st gear and rocket smoothly into the parking lot).
Well, all went as planned, except my 90 degree turn became a 180 degree turn (extra 300+ pounds in the car) and in an instant, I'm sitting, headlights to headlights, in front of a shocked (and VERRRRRY pissed) Tucson Police cruiser.
Ticket and embarassment ensues.
OK, the second one:
Riding down Speedway Blvd (main drag through Tucson). Had just sold my Suzuki GS and was out for a ride on my newly-acquired V-Max.
Life is good, as I roll by a car with two amazingly cute girls, one of whom I recognize from my Con Law class.
Up ahead is a stoplight. I time my deceleration so that I'll be right next to them at the light, so i can say HI.
As I roll up to the light, I go to put my foot down.
It won't budge.
I'm already leaning to the right. As I topple over helplessly, I realize my shoelace is wrapped around the shifter.
My arm does nothing to break the fall. Helmet raps asphalt. Leg is being burned to a crisp by the exhaust pipe. I am screaming. Girls laugh, drive off.
Fortunately, a Harley guy in a pickup behind me lifts me (and the bike) to a standing position, pours his Big Gulp on my smoldering calf, pats me on the back and lies: "It's happened to all of us, son."
Mine are somewhat lame, but here goes:
In Tucson, attending the U of A, had been out with three friends at a club. Met up with four girls at said club, and convinced them to join us for "breakfast" at Village Inn (standard fare for us after a long night out).
We're following them to the restaurant, them in a newer Caddy and us in my 84 CRX. We get a few cars behind in traffic, and almost miss the turn.
Brilliant me decides to show off, and as I'm about to overshoot the driveway of the restaurant (where the girls are just getting out of their car), I grab the e-brake (intending to pivot on the front wheels, slam 1st gear and rocket smoothly into the parking lot).
Well, all went as planned, except my 90 degree turn became a 180 degree turn (extra 300+ pounds in the car) and in an instant, I'm sitting, headlights to headlights, in front of a shocked (and VERRRRRY pissed) Tucson Police cruiser.
Ticket and embarassment ensues.
OK, the second one:
Riding down Speedway Blvd (main drag through Tucson). Had just sold my Suzuki GS and was out for a ride on my newly-acquired V-Max.
Life is good, as I roll by a car with two amazingly cute girls, one of whom I recognize from my Con Law class.
Up ahead is a stoplight. I time my deceleration so that I'll be right next to them at the light, so i can say HI.
As I roll up to the light, I go to put my foot down.
It won't budge.
I'm already leaning to the right. As I topple over helplessly, I realize my shoelace is wrapped around the shifter.
My arm does nothing to break the fall. Helmet raps asphalt. Leg is being burned to a crisp by the exhaust pipe. I am screaming. Girls laugh, drive off.
Fortunately, a Harley guy in a pickup behind me lifts me (and the bike) to a standing position, pours his Big Gulp on my smoldering calf, pats me on the back and lies: "It's happened to all of us, son."
I am 52, so I have had plenty of time to do stupid stuff in a car. This thread made me remember lots of stupid driver tricks. To add to the one above, when I was in high school, I had a 65 corvair (babe magnet NOT). Took off to get some food with friends. One guy my size in the front seat, and the football captain, at 275lbs.+ in the back seat of this POS convertible garbage can. So I am going way too fast as I am entering this turn, again Stirling road, at about 65-70. d!ck, the friend in the back is pushing his body side to side because he liked to make the car swerve just by his body weight. Thought it was cool. Told him to stop but....we enter the turn at the linit of adhesion, and with one of his body slams to the right, we begin spinning. Spun twice, and our direction was toward the embankment. We went up the embankment, hit a telephone pole, went into the air, and DROPPED on the roof. When we crawled out of the car, there were cars lined up on wach side of the street. They were not there when we rolled, so we must have been out for a few minutes. Anyway that's what you get when you cut class.
I was 18. Picked up a friend of mine who lived in this small town. We saw a Gore/Lieberman sign in someone's yard. I floored and knocked it over. It was funny at the moment...
Proceeded to out of his neighborhood and we heard a scraping/rattling noise from the rear. The sign was caught on an exhaust hanger somehow. Yanked off the sign, continued driving, and then the muffler fell off the hanger (old rusted hanger broke) and was dragging on the pavement. Found a dry cleaner on the main street and pulled in, asked for a coat hanger, put the muffler back in place, and I was on my way.
Crime doesnt pay!
Well, that wasnt really a driving story. It was reckless vandalism.
Proceeded to out of his neighborhood and we heard a scraping/rattling noise from the rear. The sign was caught on an exhaust hanger somehow. Yanked off the sign, continued driving, and then the muffler fell off the hanger (old rusted hanger broke) and was dragging on the pavement. Found a dry cleaner on the main street and pulled in, asked for a coat hanger, put the muffler back in place, and I was on my way.
Crime doesnt pay!
Well, that wasnt really a driving story. It was reckless vandalism.
Living in Kansas you get a little bored sometimes. I was living outside the big city one summer while working at a hardware store which was owned by a very generous owner. He had a very nice 65 Mustang that he let me drive on occasion. It was his pride and joy so to speak. Anyway our evening entertainment came at 10 pm each night to see who could drive from the farm to the nearest convenience store and back in the quickest time. The roads out here are like grid work and you could easily see all directions of the intersections for a long ways because it is flat too. I was driving and doing pretty well against the record until a fatal turn left the car on its driver side with a 270 pound friend on top of me. Now this wasn't your normal crash. The roads sometimes get a wasboard type texture to them and the wheels bounce alot. So as I entered the high speed turn the momentum and bouncing just kind of took over and the passenger side just started to lift off. It all was in perfect sync as the forwar momentum came to a halt as the car slow fell over. We quickly climbed up and out the passenger door window. Well not too quickly, did I mention he weighed 270 pounds. Next thing we know we see farmer Joe and his wife going by doing the "I can't believe what I see, we're call the cops look." We think for a minute, probably the first time that night, and then start to push the car back over. Did I mention that the 270 pound guy was all muscle? Anyway, we get it rolled back over and there isn't a scratch on the car. Don't ask me how, you don't search too hard when good fortune strikes. We get back in, it starts and off we go. Never told the owner of the car. In fact we rarely discussed it at all. The races were cancelled for the rest of the summer.
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Whoa didn't know you had a V-Max? Those are some brutes.AZhitman wrote:... my newly-acquired V-Max...
Did you get rid of it shortly after laying it down?
I don't care who you are that right there's funny.AZHitman wrote:... Fortunately, a Harley guy in a pickup behind me lifts me (and the bike) to a standing position, pours his Big Gulp on my smoldering calf, pats me on the back and lies: "It's happened to all of us, son."
About 6 months after I got my license I loaded up my parent's 67 Tbird with as many kids as I could and went to a stretch of back road the undulated up and down pretty significantly. At about 75mph you could catch some pretty good air, so I did. Unfortunately, I turned the wheel a bit while airborne and the old Bird dove for the ditch upon reentry. The deity that watches over fools and children was smiling that day and I was able to catch it before we left the road. Could have been very ugly(seat belts? huh?).
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Time to add to the Dumbest Stunts thread!
C'mon guys, tell us about the idiotic things you used to do with cars when you were a young'n.
C'mon guys, tell us about the idiotic things you used to do with cars when you were a young'n.
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In my '89 camaro with around 450-500hp which would fishtail at 70mph on slightly damp road, I passed a semi truck/trailer, in the rain, completely sideways all the way past the front of the big rig. I was going quite a bit faster than the truck, gave the car some gas as I started my pass, and evidently gave it too much gas. My back end slid hard to the right so I steered into the slide (I'm just ahead of the back end of the semi's trailer at this point) and looked past my friend out the passenger side window to see down the road. I had the steering wheel cranked and I was just sliding along. It seemed like forever but I kept the slide and a little ways after getting past the front of the semi the back end whipped back around the other way and I got it straightened out. I don't know if it was the stupidest stunt I've done, but it was the most awesome passing manuever I'll probably ever do.
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Geez guys, thats some funny stuff.
ooh ooh i got one. I wish i could say i did this as a juvi but alas i was a full grown child of 45yrs.
Setting; New Orleans. The object of this escapade was a DUK. Thats a dual utility aquatic vessel mfg. by G.M. used originally for ferrying troops to wherever. now/then utilized as a tourist gig when i'm not runnin to the rigs in the gulf.(not in the DUK). anyway a hard nites partying w/friends & me having to be the designated driver we all decide to take the DUK to Lake Ponchatrin for a midnight + cruise. along the way we stopped at a dance club, you know, the kind w/a chrome pole. we added about 6 or so dancers to the crew of 8 or 10 already aboard & off we went. Normally we stuck tom the main street s but 1 of the dancers needed to ''pick something up'' along the way. So buy now it's 3 a.m.,stereo blasting, oders wafting, bottles being passed. All or almost all perfectly legal as i am licensed for such things. heheheheh.
We get to lake Ponchghatrain after setting off MANY auto alarms being on the side streets of NOLA. So off into the black waters of the lake we go laughing all the way.
one problem arose when i remembered we have no running lites, no red, no green, no stern. only lites meant for the street so we used those, headlites, turnsignals, stop lamps & oh yeah. A BIG f**n spot.
Well it seems we kinda ''jostled' a few boats tied along the boat ramp on entry. Soooooooo the Coasties came to greet us. many splashes as they approached & asked us to follow them to the C.G. station. I of course hid my C.G. license under the seat. I dock the boat/truck & help all de-boat. taxis were called, bail $ was raised but in the end the Coasties said ''Captain come back at dawn & get this POS off our docks''. All w/a smile & a hand shake. Theres actually a whole nother chapter that happened on the way to the St. Charles Hotel, but thats for another time.
LES BON TEMPS ROULE!
ooh ooh i got one. I wish i could say i did this as a juvi but alas i was a full grown child of 45yrs.
Setting; New Orleans. The object of this escapade was a DUK. Thats a dual utility aquatic vessel mfg. by G.M. used originally for ferrying troops to wherever. now/then utilized as a tourist gig when i'm not runnin to the rigs in the gulf.(not in the DUK). anyway a hard nites partying w/friends & me having to be the designated driver we all decide to take the DUK to Lake Ponchatrin for a midnight + cruise. along the way we stopped at a dance club, you know, the kind w/a chrome pole. we added about 6 or so dancers to the crew of 8 or 10 already aboard & off we went. Normally we stuck tom the main street s but 1 of the dancers needed to ''pick something up'' along the way. So buy now it's 3 a.m.,stereo blasting, oders wafting, bottles being passed. All or almost all perfectly legal as i am licensed for such things. heheheheh.
We get to lake Ponchghatrain after setting off MANY auto alarms being on the side streets of NOLA. So off into the black waters of the lake we go laughing all the way.
one problem arose when i remembered we have no running lites, no red, no green, no stern. only lites meant for the street so we used those, headlites, turnsignals, stop lamps & oh yeah. A BIG f**n spot.
Well it seems we kinda ''jostled' a few boats tied along the boat ramp on entry. Soooooooo the Coasties came to greet us. many splashes as they approached & asked us to follow them to the C.G. station. I of course hid my C.G. license under the seat. I dock the boat/truck & help all de-boat. taxis were called, bail $ was raised but in the end the Coasties said ''Captain come back at dawn & get this POS off our docks''. All w/a smile & a hand shake. Theres actually a whole nother chapter that happened on the way to the St. Charles Hotel, but thats for another time.
LES BON TEMPS ROULE!
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This isn't as much funny as it is tragic. I still have trouble re-living this.
Being young, makes you cocky. Plain and simple.
I was 17. I had just gotten my license. Mind you, I had been driving (illegally) since I was 15. I thought I was a pro. You couldn't tell me ANYTHING. So here I am, finally legal. I decide not to take my Jeep Grand Cherokee on a trip to the store because it was in need of new brakes. The old ones were quite worn. I take my mom's Suzuki Grand Vitara (The Chevy Tracker's flamboyant Asian cousin) to Wal-Mart. All is well on the trip there. On the way back, the girl I was with kept fooling with the radio. I told her to quit it, she didn't listen. So, I glance down at the radio for a brief moment, but that's all it took. A woman in front of me had slammed on her brakes because she missed a turn and I saw her too late. I managed to turn the wheel and swerve but I still hit her rear with my left front.
It's still not too clear, I remember a loud noise and me pulling the car off the road onto the shoulder. I remember asking the girl if she was ok, and calling my dad and letting him know I had been involved in an accident. I didn't know the extent of my injuries until I tried to get out of the car. I sat there wondering why my right leg wouldn't move. Turns out I had flown up and hit the windshield with my head and my leg got caught under the wheel and my chest demolished the steering wheel.
The EMT's kept asking me if my head hurt, but I yelled at them for asking what I thought was a "stupid" question. I didn't realize I had hit the windshield until I saw the crack. Shock is a wonderful thing. I didn't start to feel the pain until they tried getting me out of the car. I made it to the ground and looked down. I was looking at my heel. My leg had twisted grotesquely when the bone broke. It takes a lot of force to break a femur.
I spent the next three months in a wheel chair and convalesced. I never sat in that Grand Vitara again. My dad had taken pictures of the car after the fact for the insurance company, and I still have yet to look at them. It's been almost 4 years. I vowed never to let something like that happen again. I still don't drive on the anniversary of the day of my accident.
When I'm in the car, no one is allowed to touch a goddamn thing. Especially not the radio. (They can do their seatbelts and windows, but that's it. The radio is MINE!) I rarely ride with more than one other person anyway. My biggest fear is to get into another frontal accident. (If I'm at a red light, they can rear end me as long as there's no traffic in the intersection. NJ laws make the rear-ender solely responsible.) I still don't wear a seatbelt on local roads, (I hate them. My reasoning is, I lived through a crash at normal speeds.) but as soon as I get my toll ticket on the Turnpike, that seatbelt is on. I figure I have a much smaller chance of living if involved in an accident at 80 MPH, not to mention the other cars will be moving at the same speeds or greater.
I cringe when I see other people being stupid and distracted behind the wheel. I'm not against driving fast. (Not reckless speeding now. I mean doing 60 in a 45.) I just feel that if you don't know your car and the usual traffic patterns of the road you're traveling on, you shouldn't be speeding. Even if you know the road, at least excercise caution. I'll be damned if I wreck my Q doing something foolish.
Sorry for the depressing story.
On a lighter note, months before I crashed the car, my brother and I were coming back from some jaunt or the other. I was amusing my self by slowing down to about 5 MPH and hitting the brakes and watching him fly off his seat. (These brakes were tighter than all outdoors.) We were swerving back and forth too. (The steering was ultra-tight, like a race car. I'd have loved to slalom with it.) So, I'm swerving left and right, nothing too drastic, and going like 7 MPH. I pass by the house of an NJ State Trooper. As luck would have it, or not have it, he was just backing his patrol car out of his driveway and was headed for work. He guns the motor and hits the siren and gets along side of us. I'm a little scared, and I tell him that we were just fooling around. He let us go and we went home. The End.
Being young, makes you cocky. Plain and simple.
I was 17. I had just gotten my license. Mind you, I had been driving (illegally) since I was 15. I thought I was a pro. You couldn't tell me ANYTHING. So here I am, finally legal. I decide not to take my Jeep Grand Cherokee on a trip to the store because it was in need of new brakes. The old ones were quite worn. I take my mom's Suzuki Grand Vitara (The Chevy Tracker's flamboyant Asian cousin) to Wal-Mart. All is well on the trip there. On the way back, the girl I was with kept fooling with the radio. I told her to quit it, she didn't listen. So, I glance down at the radio for a brief moment, but that's all it took. A woman in front of me had slammed on her brakes because she missed a turn and I saw her too late. I managed to turn the wheel and swerve but I still hit her rear with my left front.
It's still not too clear, I remember a loud noise and me pulling the car off the road onto the shoulder. I remember asking the girl if she was ok, and calling my dad and letting him know I had been involved in an accident. I didn't know the extent of my injuries until I tried to get out of the car. I sat there wondering why my right leg wouldn't move. Turns out I had flown up and hit the windshield with my head and my leg got caught under the wheel and my chest demolished the steering wheel.
The EMT's kept asking me if my head hurt, but I yelled at them for asking what I thought was a "stupid" question. I didn't realize I had hit the windshield until I saw the crack. Shock is a wonderful thing. I didn't start to feel the pain until they tried getting me out of the car. I made it to the ground and looked down. I was looking at my heel. My leg had twisted grotesquely when the bone broke. It takes a lot of force to break a femur.
I spent the next three months in a wheel chair and convalesced. I never sat in that Grand Vitara again. My dad had taken pictures of the car after the fact for the insurance company, and I still have yet to look at them. It's been almost 4 years. I vowed never to let something like that happen again. I still don't drive on the anniversary of the day of my accident.
When I'm in the car, no one is allowed to touch a goddamn thing. Especially not the radio. (They can do their seatbelts and windows, but that's it. The radio is MINE!) I rarely ride with more than one other person anyway. My biggest fear is to get into another frontal accident. (If I'm at a red light, they can rear end me as long as there's no traffic in the intersection. NJ laws make the rear-ender solely responsible.) I still don't wear a seatbelt on local roads, (I hate them. My reasoning is, I lived through a crash at normal speeds.) but as soon as I get my toll ticket on the Turnpike, that seatbelt is on. I figure I have a much smaller chance of living if involved in an accident at 80 MPH, not to mention the other cars will be moving at the same speeds or greater.
I cringe when I see other people being stupid and distracted behind the wheel. I'm not against driving fast. (Not reckless speeding now. I mean doing 60 in a 45.) I just feel that if you don't know your car and the usual traffic patterns of the road you're traveling on, you shouldn't be speeding. Even if you know the road, at least excercise caution. I'll be damned if I wreck my Q doing something foolish.
Sorry for the depressing story.
On a lighter note, months before I crashed the car, my brother and I were coming back from some jaunt or the other. I was amusing my self by slowing down to about 5 MPH and hitting the brakes and watching him fly off his seat. (These brakes were tighter than all outdoors.) We were swerving back and forth too. (The steering was ultra-tight, like a race car. I'd have loved to slalom with it.) So, I'm swerving left and right, nothing too drastic, and going like 7 MPH. I pass by the house of an NJ State Trooper. As luck would have it, or not have it, he was just backing his patrol car out of his driveway and was headed for work. He guns the motor and hits the siren and gets along side of us. I'm a little scared, and I tell him that we were just fooling around. He let us go and we went home. The End.
Re: (Haitian_King)
Out of PURE stupidity... almost embarrassing.
Almost 17 worked off and bought myself a 93 Lexus ES300.
So one day I found a long backroad... Doing about 50-60MPH I LOCKED the ebrake. Laid down a nice zig-zaggy 300-foot trail of rubber. The tires squealed for about a good half of the drift... then it just became awfully quiet as I go side to side. Come to find out both rear tires were gone and I had to leave the car there overnight
Just like in those Arab drifting videos... cept I didn't tumble or die.
Almost 17 worked off and bought myself a 93 Lexus ES300.
So one day I found a long backroad... Doing about 50-60MPH I LOCKED the ebrake. Laid down a nice zig-zaggy 300-foot trail of rubber. The tires squealed for about a good half of the drift... then it just became awfully quiet as I go side to side. Come to find out both rear tires were gone and I had to leave the car there overnight
Just like in those Arab drifting videos... cept I didn't tumble or die.
Re: (Haitian_King)
HK, even if only for curiosity, research a little on seat belt use. The overwhelming stats show that using them at ALL times saves lives and prevents injuries.
I wrecked a car at 165 MPH (a '68 435 HP Corvette). Blew the right rear tire on a high-speed curve. I was wearing seat belts cinched up as tight as I could get them. The only injury I got was a scratch on one finger from the broken glass when I went back into the wreckage to get my luggage from the rear inside. Of course, the car was totaled, and I mean totaled.
PLEASE, PLEASE, wear your seat belts, ALL of you. No one ever knows when they will be involved in a wreck, and even at slow speeds, they can and will save you from injury.
I have my own stories about (other) dumb stunts, in cars and on bikes, but they'll have to wait for later, as I'm on the way out to run errands and do chores.
I wrecked a car at 165 MPH (a '68 435 HP Corvette). Blew the right rear tire on a high-speed curve. I was wearing seat belts cinched up as tight as I could get them. The only injury I got was a scratch on one finger from the broken glass when I went back into the wreckage to get my luggage from the rear inside. Of course, the car was totaled, and I mean totaled.
PLEASE, PLEASE, wear your seat belts, ALL of you. No one ever knows when they will be involved in a wreck, and even at slow speeds, they can and will save you from injury.
I have my own stories about (other) dumb stunts, in cars and on bikes, but they'll have to wait for later, as I'm on the way out to run errands and do chores.
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I got one and mine took place in my old Q. I was only 16 and was an idiot. I dont know what my dad was thinking when he sold me it but if there is one thing I'll make sure of it is if or when i ever have kids they will not be driving a Q 45 when they are 16. there was a stretch of road on my way home that was about a mile long and very straight. I would often drop her down in 1st at this stop sign and then let her rip up to about 70 or so before baking off or braking because of traffic in front of me. well one night be and a buddy that lives down the street from me were on our way home. It was late and there was not a soul on the road, it was very cold that night and the Q was running great. i dropped her down to first and hit it. because there was no traffic i felt no need to let off. It was a 1990 and with the accelerator to the floor i just didnt want to let up this time I have no idea what i was thinking but the sound that car made under full acceleration shifting through gears was what i was hearing. The one thing i forgot about was that although straight further down the road there was quite a divit in the pavment followed by a very quick little downhill. I had always backed off by this point before but not this time. I hit it at about 120 and i thought i saw the light for sure. Turns out the light I saw was sparks flying up from both the right and the left of the car. When i hit the divit the Q bottomed out so bad the frame slamed the ground then caught a little air as the shocks preloaded back up right before the slight down hill. I dont know how but the Q held straight as an arrow. I look back on this and drive over that divit still everyday and just cant belive a car could hit that at 120 and still make it home just fine, somone was watching over me that night i could of been a goner along with my buddy. It was a wake up call for me though, i learned to respect the Q and it's insane power. I got rid of the car when i started college and regret it. One day in the near future i plan on getting me another g50 fixer upper I miss it dearly.
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I call this one "The great popsicle BJ debacle".
Back in around '66 or '67, I was driving a new Corvette that I had to put in the dealer's shop. I was good friends with the General Manager and most of the others who worked there. I asked for a "loaner". The Tony, the GM told me he had just hours earlier took in a flawless, pristine, almost brand new absolutely loaded Pontiac, I think it was a Tempest, from a rich guy who bought it for his wife and she wanted a bigger car. It only had around 300 miles on it. Tony said I could borrow it, but to be VERY careful with it, as he expected to make big buck from it. He said the only reason he let me borrow it was because he knew how careful I was with cars, and he wouldn't trust ANYONE else with it. I drove off happy as a clam.
So I picked up my GF in it, and we went for a ride. Stopped at a deli and picked up a popsicle. I broke it in half and gave her half, I took the other half. As we left the deli, we turned right on a secondary main street, leaving the major main street we had been on. That street was two lanes wide each way, but only for one block from the major main street. There, it narrowed down to only one lane each way. As we turned the corner, my GF was sucking on the popsicle in an obscene manner. I turned to look at her, and was shocked, as that wasn't her normal behavior. We both started giggling like fools. As I looked back to the road, I only had a split second before I realized the road narrowed, and I was headed right into the rear of a parked car. I hit the left rear of the parked car with the right front of the Pontiac,l HARD. I hit it so hard, I drove it into the car in front of it, which hit the car in front of it, and so on. 4 parked cars were all hit, front and rear, plus as I careened along, I sideswiped all four cars, mashing them all in full length. The Pontiac had the entire right side ripped off, headlight to taillight. After the cops were though with me, I limped to a public phone to call the dealer and let him know what happened. It was by then, 10 PM, closing time at the dealership.
Tony answered. I said "Tony, this is George". Before I could get anything else out, he said "I don't want to hear it, call me tomorrow", and hung up on me. Next day I took the Pontiac into the dealer's lot. They called Tony out, and everyone stood around to watch his reaction. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. The car was totaled. Five cars wrecked because of a popsicle!
I never got a loaner from that dealership again. No sense of humor, I guess.
Back in around '66 or '67, I was driving a new Corvette that I had to put in the dealer's shop. I was good friends with the General Manager and most of the others who worked there. I asked for a "loaner". The Tony, the GM told me he had just hours earlier took in a flawless, pristine, almost brand new absolutely loaded Pontiac, I think it was a Tempest, from a rich guy who bought it for his wife and she wanted a bigger car. It only had around 300 miles on it. Tony said I could borrow it, but to be VERY careful with it, as he expected to make big buck from it. He said the only reason he let me borrow it was because he knew how careful I was with cars, and he wouldn't trust ANYONE else with it. I drove off happy as a clam.
So I picked up my GF in it, and we went for a ride. Stopped at a deli and picked up a popsicle. I broke it in half and gave her half, I took the other half. As we left the deli, we turned right on a secondary main street, leaving the major main street we had been on. That street was two lanes wide each way, but only for one block from the major main street. There, it narrowed down to only one lane each way. As we turned the corner, my GF was sucking on the popsicle in an obscene manner. I turned to look at her, and was shocked, as that wasn't her normal behavior. We both started giggling like fools. As I looked back to the road, I only had a split second before I realized the road narrowed, and I was headed right into the rear of a parked car. I hit the left rear of the parked car with the right front of the Pontiac,l HARD. I hit it so hard, I drove it into the car in front of it, which hit the car in front of it, and so on. 4 parked cars were all hit, front and rear, plus as I careened along, I sideswiped all four cars, mashing them all in full length. The Pontiac had the entire right side ripped off, headlight to taillight. After the cops were though with me, I limped to a public phone to call the dealer and let him know what happened. It was by then, 10 PM, closing time at the dealership.
Tony answered. I said "Tony, this is George". Before I could get anything else out, he said "I don't want to hear it, call me tomorrow", and hung up on me. Next day I took the Pontiac into the dealer's lot. They called Tony out, and everyone stood around to watch his reaction. I thought he was going to have a heart attack. The car was totaled. Five cars wrecked because of a popsicle!
I never got a loaner from that dealership again. No sense of humor, I guess.
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szh
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Re: (StarPD)
That is a riot!
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Peterofdevon
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I gota quit this site. It wasn't me and my buddy Jim in my 454 Chevelle blasting down the little quant town's main street just after the homecoming parade doing 150 swilling bourbon and running over all the balloons and while we laughed like pirates...nope not me.
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Re: (Haitian_King)
Your "reasoning" is seriously flawed, sorry!Haitian_King wrote:I still don't wear a seatbelt on local roads, (I hate them. My reasoning is, I lived through a crash at normal speeds.)
Statistically, most accidents happen a few miles from your house and at less than highway speeds. In particular, the speed differential and angles (between your car and the other one) tends to be higher in fact than highway speeds where most people are within 5 to 10 mph of each other ... so you are more likely to die or get seriously injured from an accident at 35 mph. At high speeds, short of a frontal collision or a complete loss of control, dying is less likely, surprisingly enough.
Fact: just because you were lucky enough one time, does not mean you will be lucky the next. If you hit your windshield at 35 to 40mph, you could die the next time around.
So, please put your seat belt on at all times ... I'd rather not have to read of your death here at NICO before mine (which, ideally, will be of old age, and since I am older than you, I think ... )!
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