Dumbest thing you've done behind the wheel...

[03Sssnake]

It all depends if he is still married to her.

lol....Yes, but that's a whole nother thread!

 

[OETKB]

lol....Yes, but that's a whole nother thread!

Yes, indeed. It is my experience that men propose to women behind the wheel for one of three reasons.

A) They planned it. This is the least likely reason, and has never actually been documented.
B) They are in trouble with the woman, and trying desperately to get out of trouble. (*raises hand*)
C) The most prevalent reason has to do with the woman's pants, and trying to get them out of them.

 

[BrunotheBoxer]

lol....Yes, but that's a whole nother thread!

Then I must declare myself the weiner.

 

[OETKB]

Then I must declare myself the weiner.

That was a given as soon as you posted the "steering wheel as a hat" story. I was laughing pretty hard at that one.

 

[sono]

16 with new 88 5.0
party 3am drive home
blew by a check point at 135
The rest was down hill!

 

[CV355]

In November 2010, we finally got my 5.4l 91mm turbo project running. Thing was an absolute beast and I hadn't driven it in almost a year. Finally got to take her home, at 9PM, late November, in CT, friggin' freezing out. Nobody had the time to help me trailer it home so I figured "eh, why not, I'll just drive 20 miles on the highway and nobody will care."

I limped it to the gas station because the fuel cell was nearly empty. Got out, popped the trunk, opened the cell, started fueling up. The guy at the next pump over was watching intently- seemed pretty upset about something. I finished up, got in, flipped the fuel pump switch (damn Aeromotive Eliminator was loud as all hell), tried to fire it up and... nothing. The guy kept watching. After a few failed attempts, I finally heard it start up and suddenly "FFFFFOOOOOOMMM" it let out this massive fireball out the downpipe, which came out the front bumper. The guy that was watching started screaming, ran inside, started pointing at me and obviously yelling to the clerk. The clerk looks out and picks up the phone. Well damn. Dude probably drove a Prius and exclusively wore fluorescent flannel.

I got the hell out of there since the police department was about 500' away and the LAST thing I needed was to get pulled over in that thing. It was registered, insured, but the flamethrower sticking out of the front bumper was definitely not street legal. Being CT, they'd probably have the poor thing crushed.

About 10 miles down the highway I started seeing a lot of police officers flying down the opposite side, lights on. I395 is a very rural highway, so not much else could have been going on. I just kept about my business, at 64mph... Got off my exit and there were two cruisers sitting there. I putted by, saying "PLEASE DON'T POP... PLEASE DON'T POP" BANG! It decided to ignite the fuel in the downpipe and let out a hellacious pop. They both pull out behind me, no lights on... So, I kept driving at 1mph under the speed limit. They followed me until I was about 2 minutes from my house and split off.

Should have just trailer'd it, but it's a good story.

 

[Lzr96Snake]

1. Borrowed my Dad’s 69 Bronco for a first date since the chick said she liked 4x4s. Date went south and I took her home early. She lived close to a buddy of mine. Coincidentally dirt work was going on for a new overpass down the road and he talked me into driving the Bronco through it. Of course I got stuck up to the axles. No one had cell phones back then so I walked to the closest house and asked the guy to call a wrecker for me. He wanted to call the cops but I begged him not to. He agreed to just call a tow truck but called the guy my dad used for his garage. By the time I got home my dad already knew about it. After I had to scrub the entire underside several times I never got to drive it again.

2. Another date and my dad let me borrow his fairly new 94 Z71. Got the girl drunk and she threw up all over the seat and carpet. I used every chemical I could think of and got the stain out but could never get the smell out especially on summer days. I’m pretty sure he knew what happened after a few days but he never said anything.

 

[fulanititoo8198]

Too many, but I might have pulled the e-brake on my mothers altima in the rain during a turn in an attempted drift with my two younger brothers in the car. Car ate the curb.

 

[DropSVT]

Easily the dumbest was kicking a few donuts on a cop late night and then deciding to see if my stock 94 mustang gt could outrun the police. I must say ever since then I have been extremely sane on the streets.


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[MFE]

So there I was, suburban Detroit, middle of winter, practicing long, lurid slides in a snow-covered parking lot in my dad's LTD station wagon one night while they were out of town. Big parking lot. Higher and higher speeds. Longer and longer slides. Until I had one get away from me.

I'm sideways, full opposite lock, 50+ MPH, and I see one of the giant snow-boulders left behind from prior plow-clearing jobs looming in the distance. I'm virtually a passenger sitting behind the wheel. Knowing what I know now, I could have probably gotten out of it, but then: No....closer...closer...closer...BLAM. I hit that ****in' boulder and the front of the car reared up and the back end swung around and everything was quiet. But tilted.

The car is stuck. Steering feels light.

I get out and have a look. The front wheels are about a foot off the ground and the car is resting on the boulder by a corner of its bumper. A guy rolls by and laughs hysterically, and keeps going. Asshole LOL

I get back in, I can't get it unstuck no matter how much I try.

Then I remember: The bumper jack. This car's jack worked by engaging slots in the big ol' chrome bumpers. I dig it out, hook it up, jack the front end up absolutely as high as it will possibly go, go in and put the car in neutral, and then kick the car off the jack and away from the snow-boulder. Success!

I went home all smug about my problem-solving skills. Then one day, months later, my dad and I are under the POS working on it (again) and he notices that the bumper wiggles in his hand every time he pulls himself out from under the car. On closer inspection, only 2 of the 8 bolts holding on are still there, and they're loose. He starts in on his usual detective mission, quickly deducing that somebody in a blue late 70's monte carlo has bumped into me in the school parking lot. Yeah, dad. You bet

 

[Snagged]

So I was stupid in high school.......

We would have a line of cars going to parties. I used to drive into the ditch in certain areas and try to maintain the same speed as everyone else. This resulted in several spin outs and a few damaged mailboxes.

A friend of mine and I used to try and get chased by other cars. On two lane roads I would stop and hold my hand out of the window. The oncoming car, probably thinking we needed help or directions, would stop. I would ask some stupid question and my friend would throw eggs or a drink on thier car and we would burn off. One time he hooked a drink out the passenger window and across the roadway and perfectly crashed it on the windshield of a UPS truck. That crazy ass UPS guy gave us a little chase, but wasn't hard to lose.

We used to play trash can bowling. We knew the trash days of different neighborhoods around town and the night before, when people typically set thier trash cans on the street, we would get to work. The object was to drive up and hit the garbage can and make it hit either the mailbox or the trash can next to it. We terrorized a lot of places with this. And the sound of a plastic trash can being dragged under a car at night will wake the dead.

One time some guy had just set his trash can out at the end of the driveway. The road I was on was pretty straight so I had a good look. I slowed a little to get the timing right. He took no more than three steps away after putting out the trash can and BAM! I nailed that sucker and exploded trash allover the place. We were laughing so hard I don't know how I didn't wreck it.

What kind of vehicle were you doing all this trash can hitting in?

 

[TK1299]

What kind of vehicle were you doing all this trash can hitting in?

1985 Cadillac Eldorado. Those bumpers could take a beating. My first car

 

[Snagged]

1985 Cadillac Eldorado. Those bumpers could take a beating. My first car

Yeah, those old cars are tanks. I figured it had to be something like that or a truck.

 

[bigwave]

I was 16 and in my brothers 74 Cuda 440, me and a buddy decided to take it for a ride, my older brother was in Oklahoma at the time. I was driving by the high school right after a basketball game and decided to get cute and stomp it! This was on a 2 lane road wide enough for 2 trucks to pass and that's about it, school on one side, Church on the other. Pulled around the corner, pushed it to the floor, the car sounded like the devil was trapped in a steel box and wanted out! Before I could blink, the car did a complete 360 and ended up pointing roughly back in the direction I was going, but at a dead stop and doo-doo in my pants, this was not intentional! I'm sure I was white as a freshly bleached ghost and my heart rate was somewhere around 1200. I took the car home and parked it immediately and did not drive it for another year. Never did tell my brother that story, I need to, he'll get a kick out it now, that was 34 years ago.

 

[HEMIHUNTER]

In my 69 Mach1 I went through downtown South Orange NJ [for those of you familiar with the area] at close to 100 about 1 a.m.[ made every light lol]
In my 69 GTO me and my best friend riding shotgun got it close to 140 with 3 of the four tires on it different sizes, all needed replaced,smoking a joint and held that for almost a mile.

 

[bigwave]

19-Years old driving my buddies Celica, because he had had too much to drink; he had just got back from Germany doing Army stuff, he was an MP at the time and on a two week leave so we started the night chasing girls, ended the night in the middle of no where, driving waaaaay too fast down country roads. Long story short, road T'd we didn't, probably 70+ mph, we "dukes of hazard-ed it" No really I think we even both shouted Yeeeeeeee-haaaaaaaah, as we flew through the air; we were both doing "unusual" military stuff at the time and were 10' tall and bullet proof, in our own mind. By this time we had both had Waaaay to much to drink, no cell phones at that time. Due to great "drunk" strength and military pride/perserverance (I was AF he was Army) we managed to get the car onto a field road that lead to another road that eventually led to an interstate on ramp, yah, bad idea! All we had was one "military" non issued 1000000000000000 candle powered spot light. Front of car was trash, no lights, radiator gone, sh!t dragging like you wouldn't believe and two idiots, oh and it was around 15' outside, probably the only reason we made it home without blowing the engine. Anywho, 35 miles on the interstate with me holding this spotlight out the window for a "headlight" and him driving, more booze on us and around the car than in us. Seriously this light was border line anti-aircraft spotter, shined for miles on clear night. Not sure how we made it but we did, no cops, just lots of dumb luck and a few guardian angels looking over us, I suppose. We parked car in a buddies shed, he went back to Germany, 6 months later a mechanic couldn't believe we drove it 50+ miles home, it was sold for scrap, it looked like it had been hit by a roadside bomb, inside and out!
This same dude, lost his issued-Glock 40 one night at my house (long story my wife wasn't impressed), he's now police officer, crazy dude before we "grew up". Ever see the move "super bad" the two cops, that's this guy. Great cop, will stop and help anyone, anytime, any color, any language. And only gives tickets if you can't drive it away or hurt something / someone. He will cut your testicles off for domestic violence or hurting a child / lady, will stop a fight when one dude has the upper hand, make them shake and the looser buy a beer for the winner, he will give you a police escort or ride home from a bar! My kind of feller!

 

[MFE]

I was 16 and in my brothers 74 Cuda 440, me and a buddy decided to take it for a ride...took the car home and parked it immediately and did not drive it for another year. Never did tell my brother that story, I need to, he'll get a kick out it now, that was 34 years ago.

That reminds me of the time my 16-year-old self was driving my brother's modded 82 Mustang GT on a rural 2-lane in Ontario. I crested a hill with the speedo buried, and found myself closing at warp speed on a very slow-moving dumptruck in the same lane. Option 1: Bail to the gravel shoulder on the right, with certain death against the granite cliff that lined that section of road, or Option 2: Bail to the left lane and hope nobody's coming the other way. I'm here, so you know I took option 2 and got lucky. Took me a long while to regain my color and steady hand after that one.

 

[bigwave]

Yah, it's an awakening experience and in my mind there are two long term burnt in feelings. 1) Almost killing yourself by doing something dumb, immediate and terrifying. 2) Almost killing someone else, feel lucky at first, then I sets in, holy Sheep-Sh!t, what was I thinking!

 

[ViciousJay]

19 years old, WS6 and slammed, drizzle and leaves everywhere, punched it around a corner to impress a girl, ass end slide out met a tree head on and ended up on someone's stoop.

Pardon my language I was a ****ing retard that didn't know or respect my car at that age!