The stupidest thing I have ever done...

-
I bought a ford once
(and don't tell 'nyone, but I just might replace it with another one)
 
brian6pac said:
That's just wrong, :lol:
Click to expand...

no kidding, and ive regretted it since day one
I remember one day, not too long ago, it was giving me trouble, and backfired on me
I sat there for about 30 seconds trying to decide if I should put it out, or let it burn to the ground
to this day, in not sure I made the right choice

Treblig said:
What did Forest Gump say, "Stupid is as stupid does??" When I was 13 years old I saw a wild squirrel in a tree and decided that I wanted to catch it and keep it for myself. After chasing it from tree to tree for over half a block I finally caught it by clasping both my hands around its neck. It quickly rotated its head and sunk its teeth into my hand. It was amazing to see how little resistance my flesh/tendons/muscle had against the nut crushing jaws of a wild squirrel. Oh yes....I bleed profusely and the harder the squirrel bit me the tighter I squeezed its neck...the tighter I squeezed its neck the harder it bit me. Needless to say, my Mom almost passed out when she saw all the blood streaming down my arm. It was pretty bloody!! They had to kill the squirrel and send the head to Austin, Texas to check for rabies to determine if I had to get the infamous shots in the stomach (1960s). Forest Gump was right, Stupid is as stupid does.
Click to expand...

reminds me of the time my cat caught a mouse, and brought it into the house, pretty much unharmed
so i took it from her and went to put her outside
stupid mouse didnt realize i was doing her a favor so she bit down on my index finger, and she wasnt letting go iether
you should have seen the look on my neighbours face as im outside on the deck, yelling at a mouse and swinging her from my hand

im not sure what i did to get her off, but i may have cracked her noggin on the banister all the while yelling "im trying to help you, you stupid rodent"
 
Younger days, dating a girl whose brother was a complete moron, sweetie promised me the world if I help her brother get his car started. Pulled the car over to my dad’s garage and whittled the problem down to a bad starter, easy enough I changed it out. Battery reconnected and I told him pump the gas a few times and give it a try, nothing, no click nothing. Rechecked my connections, and said to him,” Are you sure you have it in neutral”? Well I heard him shift the linkage around, and I thought I will jump the starter to make sure I didn’t get a reject one. Jump it…it started…then it lunched forward into my dad’s workbench and pushing me off to the side of the car. I jumped up, and reached my arm through the window to turn off the ignition switch, he sat there dazed and confused. Really little damage was done other then I nailed the leg back on to the bench. Worst then that, I never got what I was promised!
 
Jumped the terminals to start a car I was planning to rebuild once, not realizing that it was in drive, it immediately drove itself into the wall of my house, directly under my bedroom window. Luckily the front bumper was already off, and it hit the trash can first which absorbed some of the impact, I looked up at the window to see the scowling face of my first wife, and decided then and there that I would just admit I screwed up.
 
Bled the brakes but forgot to put the cap on the master cylinder. Sprayed a fountain of brake fluid all over the engine bay, ruining everything I had just painted on the motor.
 
I was working on a 49 Dodge pickup, had door open, hit starter button, had it in reverse, it started and hit the clotheline pole with the door, sprung the door.
 
My buddy had a 72 monte carlo and the timing chain broke. He asked me if I could pull it to a friend's garage about 6 miles away. We got a chain and I borrowed my dad's GMC pickup, things went well until I crossed the railroad tracks and the chain came loose and fell off leaving him and his monte carlo sitting on the track's. I backed up to hook back up to him and the railroad crossing lights came on and wouldn't you know it, here comes the train. We got ahold of the front and pushed it off the tracks barely in time. Here we were with the train going by and us on one side and my dad's truck on the other. Finally after the train passed we hooked it back up and were on our way.
 
diymirage said:
no kidding, and ive regretted it since day one
I remember one day, not too long ago, it was giving me trouble, and backfired on me
I sat there for about 30 seconds trying to decide if I should put it out, or let it burn to the ground
to this day, in not sure I made the right choice



reminds me of the time my cat caught a mouse, and brought it into the house, pretty much unharmed
so i took it from her and went to put her outside
stupid mouse didnt realize i was doing her a favor so she bit down on my index finger, and she wasnt letting go iether
you should have seen the look on my neighbours face as im outside on the deck, yelling at a mouse and swinging her from my hand

im not sure what i did to get her off, but i may have cracked her noggin on the banister all the while yelling "im trying to help you, you stupid rodent"
Click to expand...


When we were kids our cat caught a snake in the basement... Mom saw it in his mouth and it wasn't moving so she told him to drop it... after he dropped it, it started moving, so she told him to pick it up... He picked it up and she got him outside on the back porch and told him to drop it... He looked up at her as if to say, "are you crazy, make up your mind"....
 
96B7965C-BF99-4B50-AC2D-1328CE63F69F.png
 
I must have been 16 or so at the time. Read all the hot rod magazines, studied all the engine parts in the PAW ad. Thought I was pretty versed in automotive knowledge, even though I had never turned a wrench up to that point. So I ask my older brother if I can change the oil in his Subaru wagon. Oil change-how basic. Too easy-almost beneath my head of textbook knowledge. After some trepidation, he relents. I pick up the oil and filter, a filter wrench and a ratchet and socket kit. I'm on my way now. Time to turn theory into practice. I turn the drain bolt, watch as the crude begins to fill the drain pan, and make a 'mental note' of the oil's strange smell. With no real-life experience to fall back on, it's more of an academic observation. Replaced and snugged up the drain plug, removed and hand-tightened the new oil filter...almost done. Unscrewed the oil fill cap, poured in 5 quarts of 10W40, then tightened up the oil cap. Job well done. Just added a skill to my repertoire. Hell, I just created a repertoire. Anyway, I start the car, and the engine starts to stumble. just a coincidence. Couldn't have been anything I did. Brother takes the car to a mechanic. Simple diagnosis: There are 10 quarts of oil in the engine and no oil in the manual transmission. Self-esteem: gone. Resounding shame: still with me.
 
I recently laid on my back on the garage floor and stabbed a T5 trans in my Fairlane. Filled it with fluid and buttoned up the drive shaft.
Stood back and congratulated myself for a job well done. Only to realize I hadn’t put on the clutch fork...
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
-

Back
Top