She told me to smoke um. Its not my fault.
I'm just glad as hell that no one got hurt.
Makes for one hell of a retirement speech, eh?

I've got ONE more story - but its more of a Worst MUSCLE minute..lol

 

Yea, or for telling your future grandchildren. They'll just be like "gasoline car... what's that?!"

 

yea haha by then we will have flyin cars and stuff and they will be racin in mid-air!

 

Forget that.
I don't like heights.
I'll just keep my little Honda runnin, and be the ONLY one on the streets as yall get in mid-air traffic jams. =P =P

 

Forget that.
I don't like heights.
I'll just keep my little Honda runnin, and be the ONLY one on the streets as yall get in mid-air traffic jams. =P =P

 

lol sounds like a plan to me

 

Come on keep this one going haha I love reading the dumb stuff we do.

 

i got bored once and painted black ghost flames on the stereo trim of my 88 Cavalier 4 door POS car.

Drove around with no grille and only 2 hubcaps on my civic for a month or two.

Had 3 different kinds of rims on my 88 Caprice for a long time, but they all had the same spec so i kept it.

Driving on $30 bald all season tires for a few months in my civic (still doing it right now LOL)

 

I've sort of got one of those... didn't turn out too badly...

To start off, I live in a tiny little hick town. At either end of said town (population 2400) is a set of flashing traffic lights, two red, two yellow at either intersection.

So anyway, it was day 3 with the mustang (man, I love that car... can't wait till it's turbo'd), and I was sitting at the red side of one of the lights getting ready to make a right turn, when I figure "Oh, what the h**l."

I reach down and press the "Trac Off" button (my favorite button in the car, by the way). The shifter is placed in first, and I rev to 3k. The clutch is dumped and the brake is floored. I sit at the light, rear tires screaming an unholy racket for a good 5 seconds. I let off the brakes, and the tires find traction after another second or so. I make the turn as the shifter finds second gear, tire smoke still pouring out of the rear wheel wells.

I look down at the speedo; whoops. 40 mph; the limit on this stretch of road is 25. I slow down to 30, and look in my rear view. F**k. There's a police cruiser coming up behind me, gaining at a fair pace. I continue to drive at 30, hoping it's just a coincidence that an officer is behind me. But luck isn't on my side. Sure enough, the red and blues light up after a half mile or so.

I drove home with my warning for a 38.1 in a 40 a half hour later, wondering just how I got off with a written warning for 13 over in a residential neighborhood, and just how in the h**l the driver of a shiny red muscle car doesn't get a ticket for powerbraking, considering screeching tires can quite literally be heard all the way across town. Especially when there's about a 75% chance I still had a trail of tire smoke when I went past the cruiser

*edit: has anybody here almost flown past a cruiser sitting on the side of the road at 160 mph? I have lol

 

Last winter after we got our first heavy coating of snow i decided to do some good ol' drifting in our 94 nissan quest minivan, without ABS of course. After drifting through neighborhoods without much difficulty i drive back to my neighborhood to call it a day, so i turn onto my street and figure, what the hell, one more. So i hit the gas and make a hard right and here is where everything i learned in defensive driving escaped me, i locked the breaks and left them locked until i plowed over my next-door neighbors portable basketball hoop, a trash can, and finally their snowman. lol Needless to say i parked that van in the garage for a while because of the obvious dents that weren't there before lol.