Matt B wrote: I got my mom's 89 Cougar airborne for approximately 40ft across a 25ft deep creek bed. That's right, 40ft of "big air". That is, until it hit the other side of the embankment. Hospitalization ensued . . .
You, sir, are my hero.
Matt B wrote: I got my mom's 89 Cougar airborne for approximately 40ft across a 25ft deep creek bed. That's right, 40ft of "big air". That is, until it hit the other side of the embankment. Hospitalization ensued . . .
You, sir, are my hero.
Lets see, I used to neutral drop the hell out of my moms town and country in the driveway when I was 14. I stole my dads 95 740i and got busted by a neighbor doing about 100mph in the neighborhood. I stole the same car again in the middle of the night and got busted doing big smokey powerslides at about 3am. A few years later, and actually having a drivers license, I corded the 19" tires (it had super hot Hamann PG3s) on his 540i sport 6 in a weekend. Those damn things were like $300 each.
Quite a few years later he had me put tires a different 740il at a shop I worked at. I did a brakestand in the parking lot till the smoke turned yellow, but couldn't blow the tires. The car stank of rubber for weeks. "I really hope you did that on the old tires" was the only scalding I got lolz.
I also broke the rear axle on my dads riding mower doing wheelies when I was like 10 or so.
A friend of mine broke the diff in his step-dads aerostar van doing repeated neutral drops. The look on his face was priceless (rev, bang, crunch, no more forward movement, "oh ****"), he got his butt kicked over that pretty good.
Lesley wrote: I am eternally grateful that I'm not this guy: http://www.theglobeandmail.com/globe-drive/car-life/cheney/globe-journalists-son-crashes-180000-porsche/article1574334/
Its his own fault. My 10yr old can use a clutch and park a car. In fact, its the only reason he volunteers to wash them.
DukeOfUndersteer wrote: In reply to Lesley: uh... $180,000 is pushin it a bit, id say $120,000, at the most...
She's adjusted for Canadianism.
skruffy wrote: I used to neutral drop the hell out of my moms town and country in the driveway when I was 14.
that's a term I haven't heard in years. Neutral drop.
BTW you can't do neutral drop's in (newer cars) rental cars. the computer takes over on some cars.
Giant Purple Snorklewacker wrote: My dad's '84 Gran Prix. Goofing around - my friend gets out to toss something in a garbage can and I start to pull away... he is running next to the car with the pass door open... trying to get back in... we go a little faster... and wham! I nail the brakes expecting hilarity to ensue. Instead - he folds the door open all the way to the front fender on his way to 15 stitches in the forehead. Good times... good times.
this my friend is the funniest thing ever. probably because it is something I would have done.
I had my first accident when I was 12. So this would have happened in 1982.
I was backing my Mom's Pontiac Sunbird out of the garage to be able to get the mower out. I've done that a few time before, but never with any other cars in the driveway...
I get about 1/2 way out of the garage and catch a glimpse of my sisters 67 Camaro in the mirror... I panic and go to mash the brake, being that it's my first panic stop ever, I miss the brake and mash the gas. In the 30-40 feet I got up enough speed to lock the cars together and slide the back end of her Camaro about 4 feet
A few months after it was repaired and got a full repaint, I was trying to get on my sister's good graces and decided to wash her car. There was bird crap that the sponge wouldn't get off, so I figured that an SOS pad would work great. Well it did get the bird E36 M3 off... This extended the hatred for a few more months
my Dad's '50 Plymouth was where I learned to a: double clutch and down shift a crash box... and b: how to control a sliding car on dirt then later on asphalt ... it's not easy to corner fast enough in a '50 Plymouth w/ a flat head 6 (maybe 100hp ? when new ? by this time it had well over 100k) this was on recap snow tires ...
poopshovel wrote:Matt B wrote: I got my mom's 89 Cougar airborne for approximately 40ft across a 25ft deep creek bed. That's right, 40ft of "big air". That is, until it hit the other side of the embankment. Hospitalization ensued . . .You, sir, are my hero.
Hehe thanks! It would've been a lot cooler if it didn't require facial reconstructive surgery and the (temporary) inability to use my legs. However, on the plus side, with the amount of metal in my head I can now say that I'm technically bionic.
I'm never having kids . . .
Young people. Please be aware that if you jump a Ford Falcon over a railroad crossing and get enough air, you won't be able to open the doors afterwards.
I rolled my dad's stock car about 10 years ago. He had rolled it hard the previous year, and since then, the handling was a little quirky. My roll straightened it out, so he thanked me.
2.0 Mercury Capri; pushed it down the driveway, fired it up, and went off road rallying on the east end of Long Island. 24 hour car wash got rid of the dirt. Part 2: same car Solo2 at Brdgehampton when I borrowed it to go over "to a friend's house" for the day. That car was bullet-proof. Would love to have another
There were some small, grassy berms and hills surrounding our high school. I remember taking my dad's '98 Mazda MPV, putting it in 4WD, locking the diff, and going "off-roading" around the school a few times in 2003 and 2004. The MPV would leave ruts where it was muddy and there was almost always a police car there, but I never did get caught...
Understanding that the '70's were a different time, my class in high school was having a party at the farm of one of my classmates. Someone took a group for a drive on some of the farm roads and took the cooler full of beer (it may have been the group stash too; I dont remember anymore) with them. When we realized what had happened we jumped in several cars and went looking for them. I remember chasing them thru the fields. I was driving my Dad's Buick Regal('73 model with 455) and had to explain the next day why the weeds and brush was stuck under the car. Luckily nothing important was broken and after a few days of cleaning and rubbing, the car looked as good as new.
After being denied entrance to a HS dance..a large group of us gave said HS (of which my daughter attends) a nice rain soaked lawn job in my Mom's super-boat Park Avenue.
Hmm where to start.
My shinanigans didn't start till I was 17 or so. Borrowed the family minivan one night at 2 am to go meet a chick I was talking to on a BBS server. They never found out about that one. Parents were out of town one weekend and I decided to go have some fun with friends, aired out the bottom of a 86 grand prix for about 30 feet, then smacked the front end on a fence post. First thing my old man asked was "why is the rear bumper hanging like that?" umm I don't know.... yeah that ended those privleges for a bit. BTW both bumpers were hanging, the front was just up in the car port, and he hadn't seen it yet. Took my dads old 88 Subie DL wagon mudding, washed it off at the base car wash, went home, no problems. Next day it overheated on the way to work, dad and I goto re and re the motor from the popped head gasket at the base shop, popped the hood and "where did all this mud come from?" ummm yeah about that. A year later had the family minivan at work, a bunch of us seniors decided to take some pictures of two of our cars doing a side by side burn out, backed into something getting the van into position to use for lighting, blamed it on a hit and run. Same night we had to scramble cause the cops weren't so happy with us doing a side by side burnout behind work at 11pm and ended up with them in our driveway at midnight asking questions...that was a bear to explain. Was picking up my sister and some of her friends from school in my grandmothers old Parisienne station wagon, "hey guys watch this" neutral dropped it, broke a u-joint, learned to replace them that night with my old man staring at me the entire time.
Yup kids aren't touching my cars. If and when I have em.
Nearly ripped the driver's door off my Dad's Rambler while backing out of the carport with the door open. Later burned the same car.
When I was 3, I was "helping" my dad do some work on his '86 Rabbit diesel (a cross between puke yellow and tan, as I recall), among which was something that required sanding. I picked up the sanding block and proceeded to sand about 1/3 of the paint right off of the passenger door. He claims today that he laughed about it, I remember him being mad beyond mad.
Tested the rev limiter on dad's '01 Civic EX several hundr...well, a lot of times.
Took mom's '97 short-wheelbase Caravan off of a railroad hill (like when a road has to cross tracks that are 4 feet above the rest of the road) at about 70 and went airborne for a bit. That was just about the scariest thing I've ever done in my life. But when you have two of your buddies in the car who are also 17, everything's a good idea!
Took my parents 81 Pontiac LeMans in the middle of the night, then picked up my girlfriend. Returned it before morning thinking I'd gotten away with it. Until my dad asked me the next day about the foot prints on the headliner over the back seat.
took my dad's vette to the track without permission.
11 years later it's my car now so i finally told him.
Mom's Acclaim- Nuetral drop 0-60 runs, timed using the stop-watch function on my timex. Otherwise that thing was incapable of hoonage
Mom's first Taurus- I rolled 100K on it. Totaled it shortly before it was to be given to me still miss that thing. Rear ended a mini-van...
Dad's Neon( neon #1 before it was given to me)- I was driving it up on ramps for an oil change. Inexsperiance with the clutch caused me to spin one wheel shooting the ramp under the car. Like below, except this incident was caused by slow covered ramps
I dont have time for the stories of what I did in "my" cars
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