The stupidest thing I have ever done...

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O.K then here is my dumb *** story, back in 1982 we went to the Indy 500 for about the 10th time, we drank all weekend closed all the bars slept for about an hour and when the race was over it's every body out all lanes out there is no incoming lanes they all go out, so on the way out of the track I ran over a guy directing traffic! not really but he went over my hood and fender and landed on his feet, we were only going about 5 mph so he wasn't hurt but he was really pissed off. My buddy goes you are to drunk to drive let me drive, so I said O.K. this is were it all went bad. All was good till it started raining major league at 70 MPH my dumb *** friend made a lane change and my 73 Ford Torino that had L 60 15's on the back and that thing did a 180, now we are going backwards at 70 MPH in heavy traffic, he screams what do I do, and I said turn around, he spins the wheel and we do 3.5 turns and end up on the berm in the right direction never hit any thing. I said pull over I got to piss so he does a swerve around a mile marker and we go down a hill about 15 FT splash in a field full of water, I open the door and water is coming in so I drain myself and I hear some yell hay grab this, 2 guys are on the berm with a truck and throw down a giant strap about 6" wide with big loops sown in to the end so I hook it over my front bumper that resembles a park bench and he pulls us right out, couldn't believe it. We are on the road again, stop in southern Ohio to get gas and my buddy was trying to get closer to the pump when he backs up and the bumper is sticking out from the pull up the hill and catches the hose to the pump and down it comes smashing on the pavement. The attendant comes running out screaming I called the cops don't try to run I got your license #. We filled up the tank and the sheriff shows up and gets all of our license and he tell my buddy I know you, we are still 100 miles away from home, here he was my friend neighbor about 8 years ago was real good friend with his dad, and he ask us how did you guys get so drunk, the reply, we have been at Indy for 3 days drinking so he let us go made us follow him to the hotel next door and got us a room and we never paid for the tank of gas we got or the pump. When we got in the room the Indy 500 was on the TV so we got to see the race. It was a hell of a week end.
 
My neighbor Todd told his son to check the oil in the new car he just bought him. He told him if it needs any there is a case of oil in the garage.

As per his son Dillan. He went out and took the dip stick out of its "holder" LOL . Stuck it in the valve cover after removing the cap that says Oil.

It took 7 quarts to fill it to the top of the valve cover until it was up to the full mark on the stick that he was dipping in the cover. He made it to the end of the street. Ruined the motor. His son is 30 years old.
 
So, I am putting the narrowed axle together with new seals. I got the pumpkin installed, new axles etc. and then I looked at the perches that I just welded yesterday. After measuring them for width and pinion angle, I welded them on the top of the axle. What a total idiot. Now I have to remove everything, buy new oil seals and perches and start all over. That makes me just want to quit for a while. UGH.

If that's your stupidest thing you've got plenty ahead of you to catch up...
 
Hell just the other day pulling my transmission for a converter swap I pulled the dipstick tube out without draining the fluid first!!! ain't no going back after that. Look like someone was murdered under there.
 
I used to be f*cking stupid...

Then I broke up with her...
Yeah we've all been there, I even got married twice. Lol
But even that's not as bad a the poor bastered that lives across the street from me, he married his wife twice, that's right, he divorce her then married her again. Duh
 
Yeah we've all been there, I even got married twice. Lol
But even that's not as bad a the poor bastered that lives across the street from me, he married his wife twice, that's right, he divorce her then married her again. Duh

That's nothing, my neighbor married a girl that was divorced, adopted her kids, she divorced him and got remarried to her 1st husband and he is stuck paying for there kids because he adopted them and can't get out of it, what a sucker.
 
Yeah we've all been there, I even got married twice. Lol
But even that's not as bad a the poor bastered that lives across the street from me, he married his wife twice, that's right, he divorce her then married her again. Duh


I had a friend in college that did that...

Married a girl, had a kid, then got divorced.... Then she either married or dated another guy and had another kid, then they split up...

My buddy married that girl again after that and they divorced later...

My buddy ended up with BOTH kids.... :wtf:
 
I had a friend in college that did that...

Married a girl, had a kid, then got divorced.... Then she either married or dated another guy and had another kid, then they split up...

My buddy married that girl again after that and they divorced later...

My buddy ended up with BOTH kids.... :wtf:
That happened to me, my first wife left her son with me when we split up. There's worse things that being a dad.
 
So many stories from my misspent youth, we once towed a car about 10 miles, mainly highway to the shredder, using a chain, and a pair of vise grips for a steering wheel, car had little to no brakes but that never stopped us. At least that was in the summer, another time we towed a 68 or 69 Coronet 440 a good 20 miles, all highway, on a frigid January night, after spending at least 2 to 3 hours shovelling a path through 3 feet of snow to get to it, and shovel around it. We of course used a chain, had no idea if the brakes worked at all, and the car had no windshield. My friend got the car for free, but it had to be removed that weekend. In the end I don't think he ever used anything from it, as he was working on a 69 Dart at the time, probably ended up scrapping it.
 
His wife used to always be worried when we'd get to talking about all the dumb **** that we did that their kids would try and repeat our stupidity, but that doesn't seem to have happened, the youngest is now 28 years old, I think they just figure we're bullshitting.
 
I'm a repeat offender in that category. LOL

One way to guarantee the same result again and again is to keep doing the same thing over and over lol...

Jist diggin' a bit. It works great for some. Not so much others lol. I prefer being a Nomad....

JW
 
I might have you all beat. When I was a kid, I was riding on the handlebars of my older brothers bike. I was scared because he was goin to fast and asked him to slow down, so of course he just pedaled faster. So I stuck my foot in the spikes of the front wheel!!..... need any more details?
 
I might have you all beat. When I was a kid, I was riding on the handlebars of my older brothers bike. I was scared because he was goin to fast and asked him to slow down, so of course he just pedaled faster. So I stuck my foot in the spikes of the front wheel!!..... need any more details?

So your nickname is "half a foot" or "no toes".... :poke:
 
Lit myself on fire.

Poured a shot of gas down the carb, dad hits the key, engine backfires through the carb. Instant fireball. I jerk back and spill the rest of the cup of gas all over myself.

2nd and 3rd degree burns and a couple days in the burn unit.

I don’t **** with gasoline anymore.

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Still have nightmares about fire.
 
When I would tow my race car to out of town tracks, I would chain and lock my car to the trailer. On time I loaded up my car the night before I was leaving. Drove from Baily CO. To Topeka Ks. For a race. 500 plus miles. Payed my entry at the track, went to get my car off the trailer, car keys, and keys to the chain and lock were at home on the kitchen table.
 
Hell just the other day pulling my transmission for a converter swap I pulled the dipstick tube out without draining the fluid first!!! ain't no going back after that. Look like someone was murdered under there.
I put many qts into a dry C4 without the thing running. After 5, the stuff started coming out the vent on top and onto the polished cement floor. I didnt notice and kept pouring it in until the expanding puddle started coming out from under the car. By that time the puddle was 7 feet wide. Took me 3 hours and 4 bags of kitty litter to clean that mess up.
 
Holy crapamoly how aboout forgetting the ratchet's still on the crank bolt and starting the engine!..."NOW what the hell is making noise!?"
 
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