What is the dumbest/funniest thing you did regarding your car?

All of the following took place in my dad's old white '88 Ford Topaz. Standard, front-wheel drive with all-season tires. God I loved that car.

#1. Did donuts in the school parking lot one day and blew out the clutch or something. My friend and I pushed the car over to a different area so my dad wouldn't know we were doing donuts (there were marks in the snow). We died laughing the whole time.

#2. Bottomed out the car, busting the break fluid line. The next day, the car's breaks were really weak, causing me to slide through a few stopsigns on the way to volleyball practice. It bottomed out because there were two "heavy" girls in the back seat in addition to two normal guys in the front.

#3. Was chasing 3 friends one night through a deserted part of town (they were in another car). Tried to speed around an icy turn and ended up slamming into a snowbank. It took over an hour to dig the car out. They were looking in the rearview mirror mirror when it happened and all they could see was a big POOF of snow flying everywhere.

#4. In my infinite wisdom, I one day decided to see how far I could get through a field of snow. I got about fifteen feet before I got stuck. It took 3 of us about 45 minutes to push me out.



This one didn't take place in the Topaz:

#5. We were cruising around in summertime in the back pan of someone's pickup truck. Anyway, I had a waterballoon and stupidly chucked it at a car that was coming toward us (I knew the people in it). The balloon hit the car's side mirror at incredible force, shattering it. Fortunately, no one was hurt and after shelling out $35.21 later on, it was all good. Pretty crazy, though.

I hope all this is coherent -- I've had a wee bit of "Christmas Cheer." I'm confident there are no spelling mistakes, though. Word.

 

LOL. What sort of mileage do you get in the parking spot?

 

When I was 16, my girlfriend and I had just got into a fight and I went home and my dad started getting onto me, so I went out for a ride to 'cool off'. The problem is, when I came back from 'cooling off,' I accidentally ran right into my garage. F*cked that **** up good...

 

When I was in high school, they had those parking beams like on only the front and back row of the parking lot. When I left school, I thought I wasnt in one of those rows and ran over one of them. Felt REALLY stupid about it.

 

Hmm, for me it's not overwhelmingly funny, but kindof stupid:

We were taking a bunch of stuff out of the basement of the law library one day -- I was in college at the time. Well, there's this REALLY steep, REALLY narrow driveway down there to back trucks into. We didn't have anything much to take, maybe 3 loads up and down the ramp, but I wanted to prove that I could back-up down to the bottom. At the time, I had a suburban. So I back up about 2/3 of the way, but I need to adjust, so I put the car in drive. Took my foot off the brake and I rolled backwards just enough to crush the driver's side mirror. I pulled out of there and realized never to do that stupid thing again

But THIS is the funniest thing I've heard -- this happened to a friend of mine after he'd been just driving for a short time. Ya know how they have those big concrete poles at drive-throughs. They're usually on either side of the menu sign. Well, he drove to the sign and was too close to the front pole so he backed up and forward and back and forward to the point where he wedged the car inbetween the two poles. He just kept wedging himself in worse and worse . . . His mother (who was riding with him) had to switch places and do it.

 

My friends and I had a tendency to drive home from high school with all four doors wide open. Not completely open, as that would probably have hit other cars or street signs, but we would open them as wide as we could, and just drive like nothing was wrong. People gave us the strangest looks. In hindsight, it is pretty amazing that no cops ever saw us and pulled us over.

 

ditto. did this in a K-Mart parking lot on "Senior Skip Day" way back in high school. car was stuck for a good 20 minutes.

same car, same year, different scenario. I was driving through what I perceived to be a puddle, in the middle of a construction zone back when they were adding the 249 overpass at 1960. After I drove through the alleged puddle, I learned it actually was a slab of missing concrete. My car dipped a foot into water. Spent 45 minutes with my friend trying to push the front of the car out of the hole.

That poor car went through so much hell my first 3 years of driving.

 

1. Not too funny, but once during a fit of rage I punched the windshield and cracked it while I was driving, actually I did that twice, different cars. Told my parents it was rocks that did it. Damn rocks!

2. I was muddin' in my old 79 GMC Jimmy (in 1996) and lost control, slid right up to a pine tree and stopped about 6 inches away. So close!

3. I had a 1989 Pontiac Grand Am (in 1997) and we had just got through completing a little criminal mischief at about 2am in the morning. Well the guy whose lawn we dumped trash on came chasing after us right as we were leaving. We thought that we had gotten away and were driving around in another neighborhood. I was at a stop sign about to make a left and he comes flying by. We are stunned - he stops, backs up and comes on to the street. Well I start doing my best James Bond and reverse down the street at about 40mph, this street is seperated by a median. Well he pursues and I lose control a little and run the car up on the curb into some bushes, screw some stuff up, but it still runs. Then I punched it and drove off - the dude chased for a while and some cops pulled us over into a gas station and gave us a ticket for criminal mischief. My parents thought I hit a curb. Man how I wish I was still a minor.

4. Once in the same Pontiac, I was delivering chicken for KFC and I pulled up to get another order to deliver. In my hurry I forgot to turn off the car, but as usual I locked the door. Glad my mom has AAA, had to wait on a wrecker... idiot!

5. Once in the 79 GMC Jimmy after school we were going to Taco Bell. It was myself, my brother and 2 other guys. I was at a stop light making a left under I-45 at Spring Cypress/2920. It had been raining all day and was still sprinkling. The light turns green and I am going no more than 5 mph into this turn and I lose control, I end up doing a 540 degree spin and hop up on to the grass under I-45 facing traffic. The funniest part was the look on everyone's face in the car, one guy had a seatbelt up his butt and the other two thought they had just seen their life's flash before their eyes. I drove the Jimmy to Taco Bell, called my mom and the damn thing had a broken rear axle. I swear I wasn't at fault in this one, it could have been a slick spot or those bald tires, who knows? Man that Jimmy was one tough SOB!

 

Well...i've only driven for about 1.5 years...but here's my list to date:

1) me and some friends went out for lunch in my mom's dodge caravan. we never had the backrow of seats in at the time...so we had 5 people sitting and 2 girls without a seat in the back. we went to wendy's, had a good meal, then decided to head back to school. we were flyin down this side road next to the main highway at about 100 km/hr (60 mph) and my friend say's "turn here, to my house, i wanna pick somethin up." So...i sorta act like i'm ignoring him...then making a last second decision, i decide i will turn there...and i attempt the right angle turn at about 85-90 km/hr...it wasn't pretty...as the van did a 360 and stopped about 1 inch shy of a van coming out of my friends street. I simply backed up, and got the hell out of there. No damage, other than to the girls who never had a seat...the both got a few bruised and stuff...and have never rode with me again .

2) Short story...fell asleep after a concert at 2:30 in the morning going 140 km/hr. My brother was in the caravan also...not pretty. Lots of damage, lots of other sh*t. Thank God i wasn't driving my corvette and thank God nobody was hurt too bad.

 

Way too many stupid car stories for me. Most happened when I was in the middle of coding and my mind was still on solving some problem. But my favorite two are:

1) Went to the parking lot, opened the car and sat in the passenger seat behind the drivers seat for a good 20-25 minutes. Then thankfully a friend sees me sitting there and comes over and is like 'WTF are you doing?!?' I felt pretty dumb.

2) I'm walking to my car and suddenly it hits me that I forgot how to drive. Man, talk about panic. I'm thinking 'OMG, how am I gonna get home today? I have to do this, this, and that ... my program is due tomorrow ...' and I get to the car, and I'm thinking if I just sit in the car for a bit maybe it'll come back to me. I sat in the car and then a few minutes later bust out laughing, like 'DUH, I know how to do this' feeling all smart.

 

I've been driving bout a year and probably the stupidest thing to date I've done is when I was moving my dad's old fleetwood brougham 85 to a different parking spot. THe gear shift thing was messed up so I thought I put in park and I walked off. As i'm walking, a truck is honking its horn at me and I turn around and the car is rolling back into the street. Damn, I felt stupid. But then, I ran behind the car and pushed and pushed and managed to stop it in its tracks while I got into the drivers seat and drove it back into position.

 

Well my first car was a 67 Mustang. The first day I had it I was checking the oil and noticed it was low. So a friend and I went to KMart to buy some oil but we didn't know how much to buy. (I knew next to nothing about cars) So I ask the guy how much oil would go in an old Mustang. He said five quarts so I'm like okay, it's low so we'll take four quarts. So we get home and I put all four quarts in the car. My dad sees us outside and he asks what we're doing and I say we're just filling up the oil. He sees all the empty bottles and starts laughing and tells us we put way too much in. So I'm all dressed to go out and stuff but I jack the car up and crawl under to unscrew the little oil pan thing and BOOM, I get all splashed with oil all over. Well, at least I know how much oil to put in after that.

 

The only thing that I can really remember is when I had my 1990 gold Ford Escort LX. It was a car that I really hated but it was a good car as it lasted me for 6 years. It went through several bumper changes on the front and back, a new timing belt, and all kinds of AC work, but it was a tough car.

The incident in question occurred one summer when I was in college. From time to time, I just liked to drive around the county to go to places that I had never been to before. I used the excuse of going to the city that was about 15 miles away to watch a softball tournament. But I was driving back behind the fields and not used to the roads. Anyway, I came up to this sign that said "Dip in road". I slowed down as I came up to a dip but it was a very SMALL one. It was so small that I didn't really slow down that much. It wasn't too much farther that I realized what the sign was talking about....unfortunately, I couldn't slow down far enough. The next thing I know is that my car is hurdling through the air like I was one of the Duke boys and it (my car) was the General Lee! I nearly cleared the railroad tracks in the air! The car landed just beyond the tracks rather viciously and the seat belt around me tightened like a death grip. Yet, as far as I could tell there was no damage to the car or to myself, but it sure did scare the hell out of me.

Oh, I just remembered another one. I actually did a thread on it here. It was several months ago, but I fishtailed real bad going around a curve one morning in coming to work. It shook me up really something awful. I quit going that way to work.

 

got behind the wheel after drinking too much.

 

I don't have too many stories myself regarding my car, other than kicking the hell out of it when the head gasket blew, only to make matters worse by rendering the driver's side door unopenable.

But one of my best friends was driving drunk down 59 in Houston and exited West Airport because he had to urinate. He was in such a hurry that he purposefully crossed the double white line to get into the old Sam's parking lot for some privacy. He opened his door and stood up by it and started to go, when he saw a cop wheel into the parking lot and throw on his lights. This startled poor Brandon and indirectly caused him to piss all over the inside of his door. He then jumped back in the car and the cop came up and could tell he had been drinking. The police officer was asking him to step out, apparently with intentions of arresting him, when he saw the mess all over the door. He asked Brandon what it was and he told the cop he had pissed all over the door. Then the cop started laughing his ass off and told him to call somebody and have them pick him up. After making it known that Brandon should be taken to jail, the cop - apparently satisfied with the future effects that this humility and close scare would have on his propensity to drive drunk - let Brandon go home with his friend.