Can remember being like 15 or 16 and having my first '69 Dart 4-dr. It needed jacked up for something and I remember wanting to use the K-member (before I knew the front framerails could be used as jack-points), so I get the floor jack out, start jacking, then BOOM! Car goes backwards off the jack, bending the radiator (its curved upwards nicely in the middle), crushing the lower tank, and benind the lower metal piece. Suprisingly the Radiator still held water!

And I still have pictures of me trying to push my '74 Monaco up onto the ramps so I could change the starter, lets just say one person cannot do this alone! Pic:





How it stopped about an inch (literally) short of the door I dont know.

Another time I was in my Dads Ferd with a manual transmission backing into the same garage, well, somehow the door got caught at a 90 degree angle and was hitting the back of the tailgate. So I got out, left it in Neutral (thinkig it wouldnt roll) and swung the door out. Lets just say that I moved into the garage rather fast that time.

Last one and I'm done. Happened last weekend, needed to unload the 5th Ave so I could put it where I wanted it, meaning stop in the road and push it off the dolly. Well, I wasnt prepared for what was about to happen. Lets say it ROLLED backwards at a fast rate (no driveshaft) and the column was locked. I thought it was heading for the ditch. I've never ran so fast in my life (to try and catch it), luckily I was able to jump in and hit the brake.

Believed my wife when I asked her if she was seeing someone else.

hmm,

One that comes to mind is this.

I used to own an 86 Daytona. When I was back home on leave I used to visit my brother. To get to his house I had to cross a raised bed railroad track. Well, I used to watch the Dukes a lot so I figured I'd get airborne. 40 mph was the ticket, I'd come down evenly on all four tires at that speed. Well, one night I am going to my brother's house with him and his wife, a friend and his girlfriend and my date, yep 6 people in a Daytona. I had been telling them about my airborne exploits when we come up on the track. I decided to go for it. Now I figured with the extra load I'd need more speed, so I hit it at 60 mph and again a nice all fours down landing. Needless to say the females didn't appreciate the ride, but us guys thought it was great. Next day I am going to my brother's house again. I come up on the track and remebering the night before I hit it at 60 mph...alone. I landed nose first and got squirelly all over the gravel road but managed to save it. I bent my K member and cracked my oil pan though.

Now you'd think I'd of learned my lesson, nope. I later killed the Mighty Dart doing one too many jumps. It was kinda swaybacked when I got done with it. Oh well.

Steve

About a month ago I got my lawnmower stuck in mud at bottom of deep ditch. Unhooked trailer from truck and used strap to pull mower out. In the process of reattaching trailer to truck something distracted me. Well when my wife pulled mower on to trailer the front of the trailer flipped up and made a nice scrape down the center of the tail gate. At least the chains were hooked. Well last weekend I decided to mow across a ditch in the back forty. I've done this many times except I did not take into account the ground being soft from all the rain. Ditch wins again. Or the time I tried to take my 2 wheel drive truck down by a creek while it was raining. Wait my brother said it was ok lol. Had to be drug out with a tractor.

OK, one more. Not me but a friend of mine. He set up a new waterbed and after it was filled decided to try and move it closer to the wall.

So he sits on the floor, back to bed, puts his feet on the wall and pushes for all he's worth. You guessed it.....the result is a giant hole in the drywall!

first car-69 383 superbee, playing around in the snow with old girlfriend, thought it would be funny to take out a freshly piled up snowbank(Dukes of Hazzard days)used the drivers side front fender to clip the snow-found a nice fat New York City fire hydrant UNDER the snow-I can still feel my the steering wheel in my chest-she had a seatbelt on ! needed a new fender,bumper,headlight bezel(hammerd out the hood)oh well-live and learn(sometimes)

Hitting a hump in the road in my semi at 65 MPH. Diid you know you can get a bob tail airborne? Neither me or my dad had seatbellts on, and when we hitt i we were both looking ino the storage compartment above the seats. Surprisingly, didn't break noothing when it landed. Steered funny after though, but not bad.

getting airbourne in my lil red every night till the frame cracked and could not steer no more great fun though

Trade my 70 Charger R/T for a 64 malibu ss vert, and throw away a 1969 4:10 dana 60 because it was taking up too much space in Dads shed...This all happened in the late 70`s

Deciding to track my 6-pack's gas mileage.




Johnny

Said..."I Do"

im with them on top..good call..

lowering the manual convertable top on a 1968 IHC scout travelling 65 mph in rush hour traffic... in 1968

needless to say, my father wasnt very happy

18 years old-first car-69 383 superbee-auto-bench seat-driving girlfriend home in snow-watched sanitation snowplow pushing pile of snow onto curb-tried to plow thru the snow like the jeep commercials-unfortuneately there was a New York City fire hydrant in the snow bank and took out my drivers fender, door buckeled, grille, hood , rad support-no seatbelts-you get the idea...that was 1981 when things were a little easier to find-fixed it and wrecked it again that summer-bad-sold the motor and trans to friend for his Dart-junked the Bee-what were we thinking-or not-lol

every day is a personal challenge for me! here's two that stick w/ me:

1. installing a retractable seatbelt setup from Juliano's into my 70 swinger. it requires you to redrill/open up the hole in the mounting point box on the roof. im drilling away, using about a 1/2 inch bit, when the drill binds up. i stop, stretch my hurting wrist a bit, then hammer down again. well, the the bit becomes unbound, and pulls itself uncontrollably up towards the roof! i let of the trigger, but it still pulls up enough to put a small dimple outward into the roof of my fresh, sublime paintjob. i was sick to my stomach. i packed up and didnt go back into the garage for a week! the dimple is still there, it kind of spider webbed the clear coat, but there's no hole. it's one of those things i would have to point out to someone, but haunts me everyday!

2. slam-bamming my 68 cuda 4 spd car together(hillbilly rust bucket), for a jaunt around the neighborhood with some friends. saturday night, 19 years old. had just put a new fuel line, sending unit and tank in. the car had open headers, no insurance, no tags, no lights ect. really, missing the whole front except fenders. anyway, we need gas. we go to the filling station, shooting flames out the headers the whole way there! we, of course put sunoco 94 in the tank, since it was a race car and all with it's 318! i get about 8 gallons or so in there, and start seeing gas pouring out from under the car! so, we freak out, try to start the flaming header machine to get out of there! thank god, the car wouldnt start. we pushed it 2 miles back home, in front of all the people we were hotrodding past on the way there. feeling like total idiots. when we got home, i had to drain and drop the tank. one buddy volunteers to siphon with garden hose. it worked, he was sicker than a dog though. found out the leak was that stupid lockring and gasket on the gas tank. i hate that design!

used a thermoquad carb on a 318 i used to have

I onced owned a Ebco Stinger tunnel hull boat with a 135 HP Chrysler. That boat would turn on a dime ! We were on a large lake jumping across the wakes left by houseboats ( can you say Air Time !! ) when I jumped across one wake and made a sharp turn ( this happened of course after many brewski's, Little Kings, as a matter of fact). Anyway the boat suddening stopped , I turned around, and I had thrown the motor off of the boat. My jawed dropped ( Oh ----- !!). I looked again , my motor was floating and hanging by the steering cable. Being the true Mopar man that I am, we got a tow back to the dock, loaded the boat, and took it back to the house. I drained the carbs, motor, drilled
some holes in the transom, and strapped the broken motor mounts down with some U-bolts. In a hour and a half we were back on the lake consuming Little Kings and flying across the lake. Slowed down on the wake jumps and turns during that day though !

I've done WAY too many stupid things. I can't pick the stupidest. Hmmmmmmm. Lets just say, that I'm lucky to still be able to walk.