Admit Your Most Boneheaded Move While Driving
 

I'll get it started...

When I was a 16 year old bonehead and was in a real rush to get to the ski hill (Squaw Valley) there was a school bus pulling off the road with its yellow flashers just starting. Since I was already doing about 75 I thought I could beat the reds by punching it up a bit. The bus hit the reds immediately as I was hitting 95 and overtaking it. The bus driver opened his window as I was going by and was waving his arms yelling. I was very lucky no kids were anxious to cross the road to get to school that day.

Fast forward 30 years in the P-car after having it a week. I always heard these cars are tail happy so lets see what happens... going around a curve in the rain at a sedate 35 and I goose it. Before I know it, I am turning circles down the oncoming lane with luckily no one in sight. I changed my shorts after that and learned some new respect for driving with gusto in the wet.

Junior World Rally
 

20 years ago:

17 years old
1982 Nissan Stanza
Snow covered winding country road

Dreams of driving in the World Rally Championship

Reality: Eat it big time into a snow bank

Or

17 years old
1982 Nissan Stanza

Street racing against a K-car down a residential street cause he had eyes on my date......get t-boned by the K-car


Ohhhhh the shame

Last but not least

Age 17

Realizing the Mushrooms are starting to kick in. TIME TO PULL THE CAR OVER!
:cool: ;)

Oh how I miss the good old days

These are easy!

16 years old, 69 VW, pulled out without looking and a pick up truck caught my front end with its big old bumper and tore my front fender off. It was my HS guidance counselor!!!

17 years old – same car. Didn’t torque the rear hub and did not replace the cotter pin. Was alerted to this fact when my wheel came off at 55!!!

letting my college roommate drive my jeep cj-5. since i had fallen asleep(lets call it passed out from greek days-j.walsh-eagles-poco-marshall tucker), he flips jeep (3) ******* times and lands right side up out on dirt road headed back to evergreen,co. i was knocked out and re awoke in st. anthonys hospital denver, co.


man ..........that one hurt!

a VERY FINE EXAMPLE OF WHAT A CAGE WILL ENDURE at 60mph!

that one hurts to remember!

Does getting a '78 Ford Country Squire Station Wagon airborn count?

Luv too ,,but have so many there is not roooom here LOL

My first VW Scirocco was with me my first year of college in Billings, Montana. Red Lodge ski resort was about 45 minutes away. The parking lot was full, so I decided to gun it and drive up a snow bank. That solved my parking issue, but come time to leave and the car is stuck on the snow bank good. There was a pickup that had a big rope and hook, so I borrowed it and some other guy in another truck was kind enough to pull me back onto the parking lot....

Blew through a stop sign at 16 only to be T-boned by a 1974 New Yorker. All I can say is that I am glad it was the passenger side that took the impact, and that I was alone. If it hit the driver's side, it woudn't have been pretty.

whilst competing in my first tarmac rally in my newly built 2.7RS replica - heavy rain causes the windscreen to fog mid stage so, whilst going downhill at speed, i reach down to pull on the heater lever and grab the handbrake instead...

this of course pitches the car into a slide. i manage to release the lever and regain control. i wait 3 days before explainig what happened to my navigator - who doesn't see the funny side...

footnote: 3 years later my navigator decides i'm a bit off the pace and call a "7left, tightens" simply as a "7 left". we barely make it through the corner - he waits 6 months before 'fessing up...

pushed in the clutch, assuming the cruise control would shut down! Wrong! at least I know the rpm limiter in my Steve Wong chip works!!

Keith Epperly
87 slant nose turbo look carrera cabrolet

Two-bone reminded me of an 'altered state' experience in college. My roommate, the consumate druggy/head was always getting stronger more powerful bud. When his 67 Vette was broken he bribed me to drive him to class, 20 mins one way, with his latest most potent purchase. WTF, why not? We smoked, toked, and joked all the way to UCI. The stuff really didn't feel all that strong when we got to school. I dropped him off and started the drive back. I cranked up the tuneage and was enjoying myself when time started slowing like I have never experienced. I was going 20 over the limit and felt like I was at a crawl. Rather than step it up to feel like I was actually moving, paranoia crept in and thought, "Man if I get busted for driving high, I will be in deep s***", so I backed it down to dead on the limit. That probably looked even more in suspicious.

All of a sudden I couldn't feel the accelorator, bake pedal, or clutch. When I stabbed at them, nothing seemed to happen. Worse yet, I couldn't feel the steering wheel in my hands. I saw my hands on it, but couldn 't feel it. Then, OMG, the road turned into a snake and I had to drive on top of the double yellow for fear of sliding down the sides into the ditches. To he** with the cops, I was trying to survive. Then I snapped out of it and remembered the road should be flat. The signal about a quater mile ahead turned red. How am I going to stop the car if I can't feel the brake - well I pushed and pushed and the car started slowing and slowing and slowing and... I must have been going 5 MPH with 1/8th of a mile to go. Just before the signal, I pulled off the road and parked it. I can't drive! Then paranoia again. "what if the cops come by and see me on the side of the road with bright red eyes and unable to talk?" Time to hit the road again. To make a too long story short, I did make it through the light and the next 3 lights and felt like it took 3 hours to get home. When I got home I couldn 't study, I could only stare. So I flipped on the tube until my friend came home from class two hours later. He walked in the door and said, "How did you like the new Bud? I had problems taking notes today, but I think the stuff has more promise in a bong." All I could do was just stare and say, "Yeah".

this is good stuff! LMFAO! and yes getting a ford anything AIRBORNE WILL QUALIFY! hahahaLOL

Rick

Don’t feel bad, you're not alone . . . decades ago, in my teens, acid, my father’s ’65 Ford Galaxie 500 & a 3-mile drive home. Sort of like your story . . . it felt like I was inside an insect . . . never again . . .

Ian

Riding a motorcycle home from college classes, it started to rain, so I decided to seek shelter. I took a slow corner at rapid pace and the bike immediately slid out from under me and we both went sliding on the pavement for about 20 feet. It was a humiliating experience, luckily only minor road rash.

Lesson learned at 20yrs old, never did that again!!

good morning . this is ford aviation, how may we help you? LOL!

I had one of the very first Boxsters--press car--in the late '90s and was doing a Conde Nast Traveler "Great Drive" in Northern California with it. Crossing a long, two-lane, humpbacked bridge with solid guardrails--I was too stupid to realize it was a bridge and not the road to infinity--and I pulled out to pass a pickup, and I was doing about 70 when a Buick appeared over the top of the bridge about 20 car-lengths ahead. Since I had the top down, I clearly heard the pickup driver lock his brakes to allow me to pull back in. He was _way_ more competent a driver than I was at that moment. Probably still is.

My wife was in the right seat, and to this day I have bad dreams about how close we came to an idiotic head-on, all my fault.

OK, another, but it happened to a friend - honest! My friend's brother bought a new Boxter right after they were put on the market. My friend's brother kept urging him to drive the car, saying that "You will love it!". My friend finally gave in (what a problem - I would have been all over it) on a sunny day up in the hills. When my bud starts driving it, his brother says, "Don't drive it like a minivan, really put your foot into it". After hear that about 3 times, my friend really puts the pedal down, hits a curve going in way too hot as his brother is yelling "Slow the F down!" he takes the car airborn into a tree and totals it. His brother has never asked him to drive another of his P-cars since.

there have been so many.. let me see.. as an adult, it would have to be my continuing quest to make it to my office in Albany in under 3 hours. Last year I almost made it, but even though the car was running out of gas(!), I elected to press on at high speed, record almost in hand, knowing a stop would cost 10 minutes(this ain't NASCAR after all). Luckily I had a Thruway Authority phone # and pleaded my case and got some gas delivered to my location on the shoulder of the road in Colonie, just short of my exit! Missed the record again.. dumb, so dumb.

Way back when I was a sophmore in high school a friend of mine and I were asked to collect bull frogs for the biology class. I used to live in a rural town in the San Joaquin Valley then. We went frog hunting from dusk till about one o clock in the morning. We had collected about 100 - 120 bull frogs. (very alive) We kept them in a large icechest in the back of my 1969 VW Bug. On the way home we decided to go into the local supermarket parking lot and cause some mischief. Well we got spotted by one of the local PD. Being young and thinking we could get away with anything, we took off! Lights out, hauling a$$ down a country road. The cop was about a quarter mile behind when we exit stage right off a side road. Dive into the nearest driveway and hit the deck. The cop cruised by all the houses in the area and finally left. Meanwhile....we realized that the icechest with all the frogs had dumped over. We got all of them back into the icechest and took off for home. I didn't figure out for a couple weeks why the car did not have full throttle after our little adventure. Time (and smell) has a way of telling you whats wrong. I found one of our bigger bull frogs squashed behind the gas pedal. http://www.pelicanparts.com/support/...s/krakrani.gif

My airborn wagon experience took place in a 1975 Chevy Caprice Estate.