By popular demand. I was asked to start this thread. Apparently, I've led an "Interesting" life and will share some of my experiences here. Hell, it's just life!
I don't want to make this my auto bio, so if someone has a True story to share, let 'er rip.

To start this out,
I was livin' in a loggin' camp, stayin' in a 16' travel trailer with another guy. (don't go weird on me here)
the guy used to like to drink, A LOT, after work. One night, about 1:30 in the morn', I was woke up by the fridge light coming on. I opened my eyes to see this guy just standin' in front of the fridge. I got up to see what was up. I guess he thought he was in the bath room, 'cause he was pi$$in' in the fridge![:'(]
I went to the foreman that day and got changed to another trailer, by myself.

LOL

good thing you seen that guy doing his thing in the fridge. Could you imagine waking up in the middle of night, HALF asleep, and wanting a DRINK?


YUCK!!!

This should probably be in Street and Strip,
I used to race stock cars when I was younger. Had a '55 Chevy, 2dr sedan with a 66 vette 283, 3sp,(I still have it, the 3 sp., used to run it in 2nd) and a Carter AFB on top. My tow car was a '70 RR, 440 6-pack. Anyway, While goin' to the track one night, this guy I knew from the track, in a 429 Torino, pullin' a super modified, pulled along side, gave me the thumbs up and punched it. "What the heck", I said to myself, and we were off. Remember now, we're both pullin race cars on trailers and facin' a 7 mile straight away. At 90, I pull along side and wave "Bye, Bye". Dropped the hammer and at 110, he started fadin', at 120 he was history. When we got to the track he came up, shook my hand and said, "I never seen your little Chevy go so fast". After the races that night I bought him a beer and we had a few good laughs together. After a night of racin, our adrenilin gone, we cruised back home at about 45.
Alot of guys tow cars were faster than their race cars!;)

*mad applause* GREAT THREAD, DAVE!!!! :D:D:DI love hearing your stories, bro.

The fridge one! Oh my God!! Yeh... I'da asked for a transfer too, right the heck away.... LOL... that's NASTY!

Haulin' the haul.... DUDE! That's hysterical! Yer guys' tow cars were somethin' serious to behold! Why didn't you guys just drop the trailer and race the haulers at the track!?!?:D:D A 440 with a six pack is somethin' beastly to behold, my friend. What a wicked powerplant... just wicked.


Keep 'em comin', bro, as they come to mind! [8D]Thanks for sharing!

We need blueshark in here too.... the both of youse have unbelievable stories to share.

The trailer one is funny as hell:D

Actually reminds me of a guy on the Neon site. He was hauling his Neon with his Ram, and some Civic was next to him revving and stuff at the light, so needless to say, the Neon won.

We had too much money in our tow cars to take a chance of tearin' them up.
but ya, there were some bad rides in the pit parking area!

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

We had too much money in our tow cars to take a chance of tearin' them up.
but ya, there were some bad rides in the pit parking area!

Yeh, too true; a 440 Road Runner is about as rare as snake's feet..... man, I'da hung out in the parking lot all night just droolin' over everyone's cars!! Man, that's cool.....

A few years after the demise of the 440 RR, (that's a story for another time) I bought a '70 Chevelle, SS 454, Heavy Chevy. 525 hp off the showroom floor. M22 and Headman headers.
It was early evnin' one sunday, in a small town in N.Ca. I had just uncorked the headers for the first time so I could really hear 'er breath. I putted down the street to main, pulled up to the stop sign, and looked down the street. No cars except for 2 or 3 parked on the side of the street. "Here's my chance", I thought. Put 'er in first gear, dropped the hammer, side slipped the clutch and nothin but smoke and fire as I roared down the street.
I pulled to a stop at the end of the street, turned left, putted as quietly as I could across a bridge. (lope, lope, lope, lope) Took a right and putted down to my favorite watering hole. When I pulled into the alley along side the bar, a local town clown pulled across in front of me, two more came up from behind to block me in. The sheriff walked up to my window, put his hand on my door handle, leaned down and said, "we heard you go down main street, (a half mile away) and knew you were headed to the bar, so we just waited here for ya".
BUSTED!!! Oh, life in a small town, where EVERYBODY knows who you are and what you're up to. And yes, I was on a first name basis with the local sheriff and the deps. Don, Dick, Mac and Greg. went to school with Greg. Dated his sister!

Talking about Roadrunners, a highschool buddy of mine had a '70,383/4sp with the air grabber in the hood. anyway, we used to play alot of mailbox baseball. there was this one guy that had a huge barn box on an old tree stump. we couldn't resist hitting it. we naild it alot we would wait till he replaced it and nail it again and agian. after going threw about 8 boxes he got smart. we went by for our mormal game and when our boy hit it the bat bounced back and busted out the quarter window and knocked out the fool in the back seat. gave hom a huge nott on his head. The joke was on us. the guy had filled the box with concrete. I bet he was hiding in the house laughing his butt off. " I'll teach you little bastards".

oh by the way I had a 429 Torino back then too. but it wasn't a run of the mill 429. it was a NASCAR Boss with dual 600 holly double pumpers and a close ratio toploader and a 430 detroit locker "drag pac" behind it. Baddest car in 4 counties. The 383 Roadrunner didn't stand a chance. too bad it was stolen.

Here's one to go along with Starhip's fridge story. when I was a kid(11) my uncle was a scout master and got me involved with the scouts after my parents passed. we would go camping all the time. most of the troop was cousins and my cousin David was the assistant scout master. we were the troop from hell. anyway on one of the many camping trips David got hold of some "bugjuice" and tied one on while on fire watch. in the middle of the night he came back to our room and I guess he thought he was in the head cuz he just let it go...right on the three kids sleeping on the floor, one in particular. just soaked him about the head and shoulders. we were all laughing our butts off while he was screaming and carring on stuck in his sleeping bag. When he was done giving the kid a "golden shower" he climbed into our bunk and swiped the dang covers. it was about 30 below that winter in the mountians of NY. and we froze our butts that night but it was sure funny. David never realized it untill the next moning when he saw the kids bag was out in the front yard frozen solid.

The First Time I Got In Trouble At Work

I was a young engineer at Houston Lighting and Power Company in the early 1970s about a year into my first professional job. Things were different back then.

A woman had applied for a job as a lineman with the company. She had been turned down because "there were no adequate bathroom facilities for a lady" in the field or some such baloney. (I told you things were different back then). She sued, and won. As part of her settlement, the company had to post a special bulletin board on every floor of the building, with all job openings open to women listed -- of course this was a listing of all job openings in the company, you understand, but the bulletin board was only for women to look at.

This bulletin board was in the hallway right outside the office I shared with an idiot technician who eventually got killed by the Mexican mafia (a story for another day). It was a typed list of every job open in the company, alphabetized, for A (Accounts Clerk - Payroll) to Winch Trunk Driver (Overhead Line Services). -- A winch truck is a type of bucket truck with one hell of a winch on it to lift heavy equipment.

I hated that bulletin board. One day, with a fine tipped pen I went out and changed the spelling of that last entry in the list from "winch" to "wench." Wench truck driver. I swear, no one saw me do it.

But next thing I know my boss is very serious as he calls me in to his office and confronts me with the evidence: the changed typed list, and my pen, which someone took from my desk. I have to go see the VP - first time I have ever been on the executive floor. He sternly lectures me on equal rights for women, tells me "your next raise is in jeopardy." etc. etc.

then he closes the door, walks to a bookcase across the room and opens it into a bar and hands me a glass with two inches of Jack Daniels in it, as he tell me, "Kid, that the funniest bit of crap I've heard in years. Your only mistake was doing it while there was a mirror on the wall down the hallway. You have a great future with this company, trust me."

I didn't, but that's yet another story.

Ahhhhh.............Haaaaaaaaa, so you were one of those little "B's"
I had the same mail box prob a few years back. I lined mine with 3/8" steel plate and welded it to a 4' tall, 1/4" boiler pipe. I think I heard some one hit it "once". Just scratched the silver paint on the outside. I found a broken bat about half a block away. I keep a can of paint handy for repairs.

AHHHHhhhhh...............HAAAAAAAAAAAA............ HAAAAAAAAAA!!!:D:D:D
Those are great, guys!

here's one kinda like Lee's When I first came to TN from FL I was the assistant plant mgr. and the mgr. of R&D for a boat manufacturer here in town. about a year in to it they hired a new general mgr. they brought this guy in from a captin D's in arkasas. I guess they thought fish swim in water and boats run in water so he will do. This guy was a total a$$hole and hated me because I wouldn't just work 90hrs a week and do exactly as I was told. I guess in his mind I was uncontrolable so he was trying to find a way to fire me. up front where all the whoopdydoos parked they would put their names on there spots with cheezy mailbox letters, ya know, the gold letters with the black background. this guy's name was "Butch" one day at lunch time I went to the local hardware store and came back and replaced the "u" with an "I". they called me on the carpet and asked me why i did it. I told them "that's all I could fit, there wasn't enough room above it for the "whinny little" part". after it was over with the plant mgr. shook my hand and said "Good job"

Last one for tonight......
I was headed to Reno, Nv. from Truckee, Ca. on Interstate 80, east bound, in my '70 RR. About 2 miles from the state line I was dojn' about 70 when a CHP came up from behind. He just hung with me 'till we crossed the state line, then he passed me and took off. They drove 440 intercepters back then. Anyway, I took off after him. After 7 or 8 miles at 130, he turned off at a resturaunt/sevice station. I pulled off too 'cause I needed gas. He came up to me at the pump. I just knew he was goin' to take me in for wreckless drivin'. He said," thats a fast car, kid. Don't do that in California, 'cause I'll hav'ta write you up." He then turned away and went into the coffee shop. I 'bout crapped my pants, then I remembered , we were out of his jurisdiction. Whew.....!!!

That was a good one Dude!!!:D:D:D

he loved it too. can't tell me they don't open 'em up when no one's lookin'. I was just talking to to city cops here with brand new cruisers and they were like little kids in a candy store.

Test Drive,
I used to go out to the car dealers and test drive their new cars. Just somethin' to do when I was bored.
I went to the Dodge dealer and found a new "Concord". It was a new car for Dodge, I think it was some Japanese sports car that Dodge hung their name on.
While looking at the car, a young salesman, in his late teens or early twentys, came up and asked if I'd like to take it for a test drive. Read MY mind!!! I said, "O....K.........".(heh, heh) He explained that he would have to drive it off the lot. We left the lot and the kid missed a shift and was kinda rough with the other gears. Obviously inexperianced with a clutch. The whole time he's tryin' to tell about the car. We got down the road about 1 mile and I asked if I could drive now. We switched places and I sinched up tight.;)
Went about a block and he told me to turn right, "This road will take us out of town and you can get a feel for the car, and there isn't much traffic". (just what I wanted to here) It was one of those rolling country two lane roads. I ran through the gears pretty quick, good reaponce. Suddenly we came up over a rise and the road made an immediate, tight left turn. Im' thinkin', "O..h...... SH@%"!!! I down shifted and about 1/3 into the turn I dove for the bottom of the turn which had a fairly good bank to it, which probably saved our necks.
The a$$ end broke loose and slid around 180*, just as pretty as you please, and we ended up in the other lane, facing the right direction. Surprised the heck out of me! I looked over at the kid. He was white as a ghost, mouth wide open, eyes the size of silver dollars, and had a white knuckled grip on the dash board.
I calmly said, " handles pretty good , huh?"! He didn't regain his composure for about another half mile. Now this kid was excited, figured he had a sale in the bag. "Man,.... this car was made for you, you won't regret buyin' this car!!!", and so on.
Got back to the dealership, got out of the car, and went inside. The kid went up to, I think the head of sales, and they were tallking, but I couldn't hear. The head of sales came up and asked if i'd like to buy the car. I told him I'd have to come back later with my wife, I'd have to clear it with her. Ended up, they gave me the keys and told me to take the car and show it to my wife. "Well, she doesn't get off work for 3 more hours", I'm just tryin' to get out the door and go home. "That's O.K., take it and show her the car." As I'm walkin' out to the car I'm thinkin' "now there's a smart salesman, NOT!!!" I burned up 3/4 of a tank of gas, and had a ball out on the freeway. I did take the car by where my wife worked, for about 5 min., she just rolled her eyes and looked at me as if to say, "Kids!":eek: No, I didn't buy it , but I did have fun for that 3 hours.;)
I bet that kid is still tellin' the story. Heck, I am! That was some twenty odd years ago.

Chrysler Conquest, brother to the Mitsubishi Starion. 2.6L turbo. Theyre pretty cool cars. Awesome story!

ORIGINAL: SperasC3

Chrysler Conquest, brother to the Mitsubishi Starion. 2.6L turbo. Theyre pretty cool cars. Awesome story!


Hey thanks, like I said, it was a long time ago and I wasn't sure of the name of the car.

Gotta do, what cha gotta do.....
A very good friend, and still is, came over to my place one evening and said, "Man, I need to get some meat for the familly". Now please understand, this was a poor familly, and what we did was not taken lightly.
We got in my 4X4 Chev. and headed out of town.
About 2 miles out, we came upon 3 deer in a meadow. Paul said to drive on by, " we'll go down the road, turn around, and come back slowly". As we're creepin up the road, he hands me the 30-30 Win, since the deer were now on my side of the road, and says, "you shoot and I'll steer the truck". I pulled up, stopped, took aim, and fired. Damn, missed. As that deer pranced away, another one bounced over, stopped in the same spot, turned his head and looked right at me. BANG!, dropped that suka like a hot rock! (head shot!)
Paul jumped out and said, "Go up the road about 100 yds., turn around, smoke a cig, and come back and pick me up". I hot boxed that cig, and drove back to where Paul was. He was leanin' on a road marker tappin' his foot. "What kept ya!" I jumped out to help him load the deer in the truck. He had already be-headed it, and gutted it. We drove back into town and went to the back door of a grocery store that belonged to some people we knew. Carried the deer inside, skinned it, used the store's elec meat saw to cut it up, wrapped the pieces in freezer wrap, put the packages in a box, and put the box in the back of my truck. We fed three poor families with that deer. I'd do it again in a heart beat!;) (A country boy can survive)
The total time from when we left to go huntin', till we walked back in the house with the packaged meat, was 47 min. We talk about Vettes bein' fast, now that, was fast!;)

You never see that kind of service anymore...

ORIGINAL: SperasC3

You never see that kind of service anymore...


Dude, if you were hungry, I'd do the same for you!;)

I am so glad we decided to do this thread! Wicked fun stories from all... keep 'em coming folks, this is great!

ORIGINAL: blueshark

oh by the way I had a 429 Torino back then too. but it wasn't a run of the mill 429. it was a NASCAR Boss with dual 600 holly double pumpers and a close ratio toploader and a 430 detroit locker "drag pac" behind it. Baddest car in 4 counties. The 383 Roadrunner didn't stand a chance. too bad it was stolen.

Ain't that the only Ford HEMI? I know they put 'em in a few of the BOSS 429 Mustangs and they were right nasty.

ORIGINAL: blueshark

here's one kinda like Lee's When I first came to TN from FL I was the assistant plant mgr. and the mgr. of R&D for a boat manufacturer here in town. about a year in to it they hired a new general mgr. they brought this guy in from a captin D's in arkasas. I guess they thought fish swim in water and boats run in water so he will do. This guy was a total a$$hole and hated me because I wouldn't just work 90hrs a week and do exactly as I was told. I guess in his mind I was uncontrolable so he was trying to find a way to fire me. up front where all the whoopdydoos parked they would put their names on there spots with cheezy mailbox letters, ya know, the gold letters with the black background. this guy's name was "Butch" one day at lunch time I went to the local hardware store and came back and replaced the "u" with an "I". they called me on the carpet and asked me why i did it. I told them "that's all I could fit, there wasn't enough room above it for the "whinny little" part". after it was over with the plant mgr. shook my hand and said "Good job"

BADA ZING!! I loved Lee's and your story here, George! Great to read. Loved it!!

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

Last one for tonight......
I was headed to Reno, Nv. from Truckee, Ca. on Interstate 80, east bound, in my '70 RR. About 2 miles from the state line I was dojn' about 70 when a CHP came up from behind. He just hung with me 'till we crossed the state line, then he passed me and took off. They drove 440 intercepters back then. Anyway, I took off after him. After 7 or 8 miles at 130, he turned off at a resturaunt/sevice station. I pulled off too 'cause I needed gas. He came up to me at the pump. I just knew he was goin' to take me in for wreckless drivin'. He said," thats a fast car, kid. Don't do that in California, 'cause I'll hav'ta write you up." He then turned away and went into the coffee shop. I 'bout crapped my pants, then I remembered , we were out of his jurisdiction. Whew.....!!!

Man, talk about the good ol' days.... today, there'd be cars everywhere on the highway, and the cops'd toss ya in the hooskow and throw away the key.

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

Gotta do, what cha gotta do.....
A very good friend, and still is, came over to my place one evening and said, "Man, I need to get some meat for the familly". Now please understand, this was a poor familly, and what we did was not taken lightly.
We got in my 4X4 Chev. and headed out of town.
About 2 miles out, we came upon 3 deer in a meadow. Paul said to drive on by, " we'll go down the road, turn around, and come back slowly". As we're creepin up the road, he hands me the 30-30 Win, since the deer were now on my side of the road, and says, "you shoot and I'll steer the truck". I pulled up, stopped, took aim, and fired. Damn, missed. As that deer pranced away, another one bounced over, stopped in the same spot, turned his head and looked right at me. BANG!, dropped that suka like a hot rock! (head shot!)
Paul jumped out and said, "Go up the road about 100 yds., turn around, smoke a cig, and come back and pick me up". I hot boxed that cig, and drove back to where Paul was. He was leanin' on a road marker tappin' his foot. "What kept ya!" I jumped out to help him load the deer in the truck. He had already be-headed it, and gutted it. We drove back into town and went to the back door of a grocery store that belonged to some people we knew. Carried the deer inside, skinned it, used the store's elec meat saw to cut it up, wrapped the pieces in freezer wrap, put the packages in a box, and put the box in the back of my truck. We fed three poor families with that deer. I'd do it again in a heart beat!;) (A country boy can survive)
The total time from when we left to go huntin', till we walked back in the house with the packaged meat, was 47 min. We talk about Vettes bein' fast, now that, was fast!;)

COOL STORY, Dave! That's really really cool. That's the spirit. *hi5's Dave*

Oh man, I've got so many... where to start....

OK, many moons ago... I used to have (one of my 135+ cars) a 70 Duster with a 318 bottom end, but 340 heads, cam, intake, etc. She had a 4spd in her, and for a 318 she could book time OK.

For some strange reason our local police departments knew me by first name. Something about spending a lot of time together.. LOL I had lost my license, yet again, so I was having a buddy of mine drive. I'd drive to his place, pick him up, and then he'd take over the wheel from there... just to narrow the odds of gettin' caught.

So, anways, we went up island to a small town we used to always go to, about 30 miles away from here. Had a lot of friends and stuff up there, so we were always up there.

Well, this particular night, it started to snow... now, a V8, 4spd car with POSI is not the greatest snow machine... so, we decided to head to the local mall and enjoy some wobbly pops with our buddies in the parking lot. Man, talk about different times; back then up here in Canada it was no big deal really to do that, unless you got stupid.

Well, leave it to us to get stupid after downin' a couple o' frosty bevvies.

My buddy decides it would be a great idea to load the car up with as many of our buddies and some girls we didn't know, and do donuts in the snow... that lil' 318 made quite the noise as we were goin' roundy, roundy, roundy, roundy. Needless to say, we got dizzy.

Now, did my buddy who was pilotin' decide, "Hey, I'm dizzy, let's stop."?? Nope. No such thing.....

More roundy, roundy, roundy.... CRASH!!!!! Right into a lamp post!!!! Did quite the damage, too; had to limp her home that night. One of the wheels was pointin' in the distinctly wrong direction.

Anyways, sure enough, the local cops show up. I guess they heard the engine. We got a stern lecture about drinkin' etc., the usual, and were told we'd be best off goin' home.

As the cops were walking away, back to their car, we could hear them laughin' at us for bein' tanked and taking ourselves out on the ol' pole there. :D


I've got 1,000 more for later. :)

great story Topspeed, how many times did we all do stupid things when we were kids? better yet ...how much did they cost us...geeesh!

S'no story,
A Bud and I had Chev P.U.s, his a '58, mine a '62. During one big snow storm, we went out on the main drag (4 lanes) in town, about 3am. We were playin' follow the leader up and down main street. I would fish tail to the left and hold it for as far as about 50 yards at 15 mph, and my Bud would follow. Then to the right.... and finish with a 360. Kind of a slow motion ballet the full lenghth of the main drag, about 1/2 mile. We had been doing this for an hour when I noticed the local cops sitting in the shadows next to a service station, watching the whole thing. Since they had left us alone, we continued to play, doing fish tails and doughnuts for about another 30 min. A couple of days later, I saw the sheriff at the coffee shop. He said, "since there wasn't any traffic, and you guys stayed in control, the dep and I just had fun watchin' you guys." Gotta love the small town cops. More about them later.

AH......HA!!!
Another outlaw in our midst!!!
And you come across so tame T. S.
Tell us another one!

Door to Door....and Beyond
When I worked as a brakeman on a railroad, about 8 yrs, I had a few wild things happen.
One night, about 11:30 pm, rainin' like a cow pi$$in' on a flat rock, I was working a freight hauler. We were comming up the Feather River Canyon in Ca., doin' track speed of 15 mph. A stretch of track that went through a forest.
Just as we rounded a blind turn, there in the middle of the tracks was a V-dub bug. I hollered out, "CAR !!!". The engineer set the brakes and I braced myself for the impact. We hit that Bug in the passenger side door with the coupler on the front of the engine. It shoved the door through the car, taking both front seats with it and pushing everthing out through the drivers door. After dragging the car for about 100 yrds., peeling the tires off the rims, and removing various parts, we came to a stop. The resistance to the train from hitting the car was like hitting a butterfly on your windshield.
The engineer said, "Well,..... let's go take a look." I ......did.......not.......want to look in that car. Much to my relief, no one was in the car or anywhere around.
We called our dispatcher on the radio and he sent the cops and a tow truck to the scene. It took about 3 hrs to pull the car off the front of the engine and clear the track of debris so we could go on our way.

Road Runner takes a HIT, and a HIT, and a HIT, and a HIT, and yes, another HIT!!!
I had a '70 RR w/6 pac, and grabber hood. It was such a beautiful car until..............
Comming up a mountain road about 9:30 pm, doin' about 90 mph, I came over a rise, into a turn in a road cut with near verticle banks. There, crossing the road were seven deer!!![:o] I threw the car sideways about 45* and braced for the hit. WHAM X 5 !!! I hit five of them, just no place to go. One went under the left front, another under the right front, and one into the right front fender and under the car. The other two took out the door and the right rear quarter panel. I got out of the car to look at the damage, sat down next to the car and litteraly wept. Partly from tearin' the hell out of my baby, and partly from the come down from the heavy shot of adrenalin.
Apart from the "Starship", that was the baddest road machine I ever had. Never lost a race in that car, 1/4 mile or road race. I took down a 429 Cobra "Stang", a '70 454 Vette, '70 GTO Judge, and a few others. I saw a car just like it go for 110 g's at auction. I only paid $3,500 for it in '72. Only 32,00 miles on it. I still mis that car......[&o]

Thats a sad story. I have a soft spot for Mopars

I buddy of mine in highschool had '70 with a 383 mag and pistole grip 4 speed and the air grabber too. they were best body stile of them all and beautiful cars. mopar did make some bad a$$ motors back then. I had a little 340 duster back then and it went pretty good. I can imagine you dispair. I feel for you on that story dude.

Well, "I did" have her for a little over 2 yrs., and WOW !!!, what a 2 yrs.!!!
I used to take her out in "The Valley" (alone, I don't take people with me when, "Gittin' mah yah, yahs out".), which ment this high mountain valley about 27 miles long and 12 miles wide, about 11:30 pm, in the winter, when the air was real cold and oxy rich. Miles of straights and turns good for 115-125. Go into the turn at 95 (in second gear), dive to the bottom, lay into the throttle, and come out at 120. Just as you streighten out, it shifts into Drive. Now, a straight of about 7 miles, HAMMER DOWN, 150 no prob!!!;) (that's as high as the speedo would read)
Man, my heart rate is up, almost like drivin' her all over again. I could have been a successful mooshiner, with that car.:D

Ooops!!!
Not, "MOO"-shiner.......It's......"MOON"-shiner!:D:D:D

Anybody got some "Cow Polish"?, get it, .....Mooshiiner,........Cow polish!!!:D:D:D
( *Wipes eyes*, Ah krak'd muh seff ry..tup, 'n tha'un, thar!!! )

ORIGINAL: blueshark

great story Topspeed, how many times did we all do stupid things when we were kids? better yet ...how much did they cost us...geeesh!

I've done the math here, my friend. One bazillion dollars. :D:D:D:D

Our Vette makes 114 or 115 cars I've owned over the years.... some of 'em were real ripe junkers, but I've had a couple real sweethearts....

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

AH......HA!!!
Another outlaw in our midst!!!
And you come across so tame T. S.
Tell us another one!

You don't know the half of it, bro. ;)When I was a youngster, I was on first name basis with all the cops up here, and they took my license away 4 times.... sheesh... I tell ya, bro, you wouldn't catch me dead today doin' 1/1000000th the stuff I used to do....

I'll post another one here shortly... ;):)

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

Road Runner takes a HIT, and a HIT, and a HIT, and a HIT, and yes, another HIT!!!
I had a '70 RR w/6 pac, and grabber hood. It was such a beautiful car until..............
Comming up a mountain road about 9:30 pm, doin' about 90 mph, I came over a rise, into a turn in a road cut with near verticle banks. There, crossing the road were seven deer!!![:o] I threw the car sideways about 45* and braced for the hit. WHAM X 5 !!! I hit five of them, just no place to go. One went under the left front, another under the right front, and one into the right front fender and under the car. The other two took out the door and the right rear quarter panel. I got out of the car to look at the damage, sat down next to the car and litteraly wept. Partly from tearin' the hell out of my baby, and partly from the come down from the heavy shot of adrenalin.
Apart from the "Starship", that was the baddest road machine I ever had. Never lost a race in that car, 1/4 mile or road race. I took down a 429 Cobra "Stang", a '70 454 Vette, '70 GTO Judge, and a few others. I saw a car just like it go for 110 g's at auction. I only paid $3,500 for it in '72. Only 32,00 miles on it. I still mis that car......[&o]

Holy Snappin' Moses.... that's just beyond belief, bro! God, I'd have pulled over too, to weap uncontrollably.... like a lil' school girl.

I just noticed a trend here, all this stuff is happenin' at night, RAININ', like....when......
I was down at the local watering hole, around 10pm, when this gal says she needs a ride home.
Nobody is goin her way. Ah speaks up an says,"I'll take ya".:)
"It's rainin' like Hell out there, and you'll have to ride on the back of my Honda Trail 90." I didn't expect her to say, yes![:o] Well, bein' a man of my word, I took 'er. 25 MILES, In the rain, at night, on a twisty mt. road. And then I rode back, just to make a point with myself, to keep my mouth shut.[sm=icon_quiet.gif]

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

I just noticed a trend here, all this stuff is happenin' at night, RAININ', like....when......
I was down at the local watering hole, around 10pm, when this gal says she needs a ride home.
Nobody is goin her way. Ah speaks up an says,"I'll take ya".:)
"It's rainin' like Hell out there, and you'll have to ride on the back of my Honda Trail 90." I didn't expect her to say, yes![:o] Well, bein' a man of my word, I took 'er. 25 MILES, In the rain, at night, on a twisty mt. road. And then I rode back, just to make a point with myself, to keep my mouth shut.[sm=icon_quiet.gif]


*whacks desk* Bwaaaaaahahaha! Now, THERE'S a story!! :D:D:D Classic....

I've got a couple gems to share, but just don't have time today to put 'em down for youse. I'll do it as soon as I can.

I love this thread. Ain't nothin' greater than great stories. "Sometimes truth is far stranger than fiction." :)

Since I'm on the subject of bikes,.......
While riding behind a bro, on his Electra Guide, we were cruisin' along this nice mountain road. It's early afternoon the suns's shinin', very little breeze, just wearin' T's, Levis, cowboy boots, and bandanas, just a very nice summer afternoon.
Suddenly my friend ducks...we're doin' abouut 45mph........There, about 3' in front of me, is a Meadow Lark. Now, I've always loved Meadow Larks, they're beautiful birds, and I love their song. So why me?
This bird is fully spread eagle, brakes are on, and he, HITS ME!!! (I remember hearing him go "crunch", when he hit!) Dead center of the forehead, just above the eyes. If I hadn't been resting my hands on the side of the seat, I never could have grabbed on soon enough.
My feet went up in the air, damned near knocked me off the back of the bike, plus made me dizzy for about 30 min. My Bud pulled over and we got off the bike. Didn't ask how I was, he just fell on the ground, I didn't think he'd ever stop laughin'!
I had a hole in my forehead, where he got me with his beak, there was blood and bird.... uh....stuff smeared acoss the width of my forehead, and over the top of my head. Nuthin' in the eyes though, thank God!

First car I ever bought was a 69 Roadrunner with a 440 Six Pack. I got it in 1981 when the price of gas was higher than it was today so it was somthing I could afford. My dad let me buy it with these words of advice, " If you get caught, I'm not bailing you out." My mom was furious and as a peace offering, my dad drove it home with me to see if a 16 year old could handle the car. Mom drove the other car when I picked it up and I followed her home. When my mom got seperated from us and we were stopped at the light, my dad looked at me and said, "Do you think you can handel it?"
When the light turned green, I stomped on the floor. The six pack bogged down and for a split second I thought I bought a lemon. Then the vacum advance caught up and we were thrown back in out seats. As I went through the gears as fast as I could shifting around 6500 RPM I noticed alot of smoke and the speedometer showing us going alot faster than I thought we were actually going. By forth gear, the tires caught and we were GONE! When we got home, I turned it off and turned to look at my Dad. I thought for sure we would have to take it back because he had been looking straight ahead the whole time. He finally turned to me and said, "Don't tell your mother."
My mom hates that car to this day. Its part of my retirement plan.

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98 C-5

ORIGINAL: safepic

First car I ever bought was a 69 Roadrunner with a 440 Six Pack. I got it in 1981 when the price of gas was higher than it was today so it was somthing I could afford. My dad let me buy it with these words of advice, " If you get caught, I'm not bailing you out." My mom was furious and as a peace offering, my dad drove it home with me to see if a 16 year old could handle the car. Mom drove the other car when I picked it up and I followed her home. When my mom got seperated from us and we were stopped at the light, my dad looked at me and said, "Do you think you can handel it?"
When the light turned green, I stomped on the floor. The six pack bogged down and for a split second I thought I bought a lemon. Then the vacum advance caught up and we were thrown back in out seats. As I went through the gears as fast as I could shifting around 6500 RPM I noticed alot of smoke and the speedometer showing us going alot faster than I thought we were actually going. By forth gear, the tires caught and we were GONE! When we got home, I turned it off and turned to look at my Dad. I thought for sure we would have to take it back because he had been looking straight ahead the whole time. He finally turned to me and said, "Don't tell your mother."
My mom hates that car to this day. Its part of my retirement plan.

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98 C-5


OOOohhh...........Dude!!!!! What a great story!!!:):):)
"And You Still Have It?" [sm=jawdrop.gif][sm=jawdrop.gif][sm=smiley32.gif][sm=smiley32.gif]
Mine had a 3sp slush box, and I went through 3 of them in two years. Always wanted a 4sp.;)
Have any more stories?
Dave

4 Speeds, 5, 6,....:D:D:D...give me a break!:eek:

I used to drive a dump truck for a mining outfit.
They would load the truck in the pit. You would then start up a hill, to get to the haul road that was ten foot wide, with 40' of water on each side.
When you crest the hill, it's hammer down, and flat out to the dumping area.
I was running a '66 Autocar, V-6 "Screamin' Jimmy" 2 cycle diesel w/671 blower, 5 and 4 gear boxes, and 2sp rear. Giving the option of 40 gears ahead.
I only used the clutch when I started, and when I stopped. Have to shift too fast, to double clutch each shift. It's all timing. Tryin' to hold rpms from 1900 to 2500. The closer to 2500, the better.
16 shifts to the top of the pit, a shift every 3 sec., and 1 shift for every 1 mph in speed. No grinding gears allowed, you miss one shift, you loose your momentum, and you have to start all over. Basicaly, start with rear in low, main and aux. trans in 1st. This is called deep under. Now you shift the main box till in 5th, come out of main box 5 and go to 1st, while shifting the aux box to 2nd, all at the same time, and so on up the ladder. Once over the top, I could take full gears 'til I reached 67mph. (in a truck that weighs 64,000 lbs. loaded)
The engine had one straight pipe, that ran up the back of the driver's side rear corner of the cab, sounded kinda like drivin a top fuel funny car.

Behind the scenes........
My wife and I worked at a concert/sports venue here in Reno, and were involved with hundreds of entertainers like ZZ Top, Tina Turner, The Eagles, Kiss, Clint Black, Tim McGraw, WWF, Monster trucks, Disney On Ice, and many many others.
Most of us have been to a concert put on by one "Star" or another. Ever wonder what it takes to put on a show?
The show trucks show up about 7 am., and every one goes into high gear. About 80 people gather around the truck entrance for instruction as to the process for that particular show.
Now the truck unloading begins. It was very common to have 12 to 15 semis waiting in line to be unloaded.
My crew and I have just spent the previous 4 hrs building the stage, and now the props, sound equip, video, satelite hookups, instruments, and lighting equip need to be set up.
Ramps are set up to the back of the 1st truck trailer, the doors open, and there packed from end to end, side to side, and top to bottom are the trusses for the lighting supports. These are assembled on the stage and raised to the proper hight by winches, hanging on chains that are anchored to an overhead grid/catwalk about 80' above the floor.
Now comes the sound equip. Speakers weighing as much a 300 lbs, Oh..about 50 of these, plus another 50 or so 100 lb cabinets. Cables, platforms, amps, and pyro are laid out. We are now about 8 hrs into the "load in".
The show director now gathers the people to work the show. Spotlight ops and sound support are briefed for the show, take their positions and rehersal begins. One hour to show time and the excitement builds. Last minute adjustments, a briefing by the lighting director, and we're off to our posts.
We get a 10 and 5 minute warning and then FLASH!, the lights come on and the band comes alive.
I think I had the best seat in the house, 65' above the floor, 100' from the stage, and operating the lead spot light. I could see everything from my spot platform (and hear it too!!!) It was like havein a miniture band playing on your coffee table.
The show goes for about 2 hrs and then the work begins again. Time to tear down and load the trucks.
It's kinda like an orderly collapes of a house of cards, what came in last, goes out first. Everything flows like a river as the pieces are dismantled and put back in the trucks.
It's now 4 am and I've been going strong for the past 26 hrs!
We've done shows that had as many as 25 semis and taken 34 hrs to complete load in, show, and load out.
We had the Eagles for 3 days as they were starting their new tour, and used our venue to put the show together. That was 2, 16 hr days followed by 26 hrs on concert day.
We were'nt allowed to consort with the "Talent", as they were called, but I had an all access pass due to being the in-house electrician, which put me in the dressing rooms to instal a coffee pot, or extention cord for a hair dryer.

One thing I found, is that most of the "Talent", were just regular people and were quite friendly.

Tina Turner, was 60 yrs. old when she did our venue. What a great gal, and what ENERGY!!! My god, that woman didn't stop the whole time she was with us. She had some BIG BAD body guards. Her limo pulled into the arena, 4 BIG guys got out first, then Tina with a big smile and a cheery "Hi Gang", to everyone within earshot.

I had gotten a call on my radio to come to the truck tunnel. While briskly walking (every one and everything moves fast at a show), down a hallway that circled the arena, I ran smack dab into Hulk Hogan as he was coming through a door from the arena. I tell you what, that guy is pretty good size and solid as a rock, I thought I'd run into a closed door. He grinned at me and asked if I was allright. He said he was sorry and shook my hand. Now, I'm 6' tall, and pretty stought, but Hogan is one BIG DUDE!!!

Tim McGraw sang to my wife during rehersal, while she was doing some last minute prop adjustments. He kept following her around the stage and made her blush a beautiful red.

And there is "Guitar World". Thats where the gutars are cleaned, restrung, and tuned for the show.
I got to play one of ZZ tops guitars.
When the Dixie chicks were at our venue, the guitar tech gave me a guitar tuner that has Dixi Nat printed on it.

My wife and I have posters and T-shirts form every show we did. The T's are my prized possesions. They're not the ones that you buy from the vendors, these have the band logos, the name of the venue and "Local Crew" printed on the back or front. You have to work a show to get these!

I really had a blast doing shows, but the hours were devistating. Work a show for 24, 30 hrs, and then DIE for about another 24 hrs.

The shows were allways catered, and we ate REAL good!

I wont' say who the band was, but I crawled through the air vent system with some microphones, laid them out at strategic places and pirated a copy of a concert by one of my favorite groups. That's a big NO-NO, but
I have the tapes, and I'll deny it if questioned.

Ya,.......that was a fun job!;)

Man, you guys, what awesome stories! I really enjoy these. Now that the emergencies are over, I am hoping to find some time to post more of mine too.

Take that......Woodpecker!!!

When I was about...oh... 10 I guess, I was home sick from school. Dad was at work, and Mom was in town at the store.
I was feelin' pretty miserable, just lyin' on the couch, when this woodpecker starts hammerin' on a telephone pole down the street. "Hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer..........! Was drivin' me nuts.
O.K. Mr. woodpaecker, I'll fix you.
Went to Dads closet, got out his Winchester, Mod 70, 30-06, w/scope, loaded a shell in the chamber, and stepped out on the front portch.
There, just down the street about 80 yrds, about 40 ft. up the pole, was that damn woodpecker. I laid the rifle on a brace for the porch roof, took aim, and BANG!!! Feathers flew everywhere, and what ever was left of the woodpecker fell from the pole. As the wooodpecker was falling, the neighbor, whose house was next to the pole, stepped out to see what was going on. I just slipped back in the house and put the gun away. Never heard anything about it from the neighbor, I bet they wondered for a long time what the heck happened.:D
Dad started teaching me to shoot when I was about 6, so it was "no step for a stepper".

(I had to look up how to spell neighbor:D)

That reminds me... when I was about 12 my cousin and I were out rabbit hunting and haveing no luck. we were setting under a group of apple trees when a huge red headed woodpecker flew up and started hammering away like you say, on a tree about 20 feet from us. it went on for about 20 or 30 min and then my cousin had enough, turned and just that quick let him have it with both barrels of the 16G shotgun he had. nothin' but a bald spot on the tree and feathers every where.
also on that same trip, (mind you, my cousin wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer), we came upon a hornets nest in a bush. you know the big huge gray ones, we made our way around it as not to get stung but Mark turned around and blasted it with the 16 G and ran like hell. needless to say we used alot of calamine lotion that night. and after I could walk again I pounded his a$$ real good. I musta had a hundred stings.

:D:D:DKicked his arse, did ya? That was too good!:D:D:D

ORIGINAL: blueshark

That reminds me... when I was about 12 my cousin and I were out rabbit hunting and haveing no luck. we were setting under a group of apple trees when a huge red headed woodpecker flew up and started hammering away like you say, on a tree about 20 feet from us. it went on for about 20 or 30 min and then my cousin had enough, turned and just that quick let him have it with both barrels of the 16G shotgun he had. nothin' but a bald spot on the tree and feathers every where.
also on that same trip, (mind you, my cousin wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer), we came upon a hornets nest in a bush. you know the big huge gray ones, we made our way around it as not to get stung but Mark turned around and blasted it with the 16 G and ran like hell. needless to say we used alot of calamine lotion that night. and after I could walk again I pounded his a$$ real good. I musta had a hundred stings.

YEEEE-IKES!!!!!! :D:D:DJust like pokin' a sleepin' mama-bear.... You'd best be sure yer Nike's are up to the task!:D:D:D

A'ight, here's a TopSpeed original, all true, each word.

Back in my late teens, I had a propensity to uh, lose my license. Not lose, in the sense of "where did I leave it last?", but more in the form of "if'n you don't hand that over to the department of motor vehicles, we're gonna toss yer butt in the Hooskow with Bubba and Big Jimmie." Needless to say, I didn't want to meet these guys, so, I'd hand it in.

Now, that hardly kept me outta the drivers seat. Today, you wouldn't catch me dead doin' this stuff, but back then, things were much more laid back and here where we live at night, there was hardly any traffic anyways, so....

So, what I used to do was go get one of my buddies, and have him drive for most of the night, then take over again when it was time to go home... minimize time in the drivers seat sans la license.

Two of my friends were less friends, and more like sworn enemies who forgot they were enemies when confronted with flats of beer and other party-type-substances... they really found great joy in seein' the other one in trouble, or squirmin', or whathaveyou. Real gentlemen.

Now, back then, somethin' had happened to whatever car it was that I had at the time, and it wasn't road-worthy, so we'd, uh, acquire, my dad's VW Westfalia van unbeknownst to him, and go out. I'd lift the keys, go get buddy, and then we'd go pickup the rest of the crew.

This one night in particular, everyone was really enjoyin' themselves in the van, as we cruised about. One of the guys in back was really annoying my buddy who was pilot, to the point where he was getting VERY agitated.

Finally he has enough. At the exact same moment in time that buddy #2 just happened to be standing between the two front seats of this van/bus thing. Now, imagine 2 bucket-type seats, with an opening between where the auto gearshift sits. This is where dude #2 is.

The "pilot" decides this is a great time to POUND on the brakes, and have a little sit-down chat with buddy #2. Not bearing in mind that we were securely fastened into our seats up front, in seatbelts, but buddy #2 was more.... how to say.... free standing in said vehicle. Now, we all know what happens to unsecured objects in a vehicle when it comes to an abrupt halt... yep, you guessed it, they keep moving until they encounter something solid.

This time, it was the front windshield.

BANG!

Buddy #2 does a faceplant on the windshield, and then abruptly falls down, square in the middle of the van/bus, on his back. Out like a light.

The pilot, at this time, his eyes... go wide like dinner plates. His mouth gapes....

"We KILLED him!!!!"

"NO, WE DIDN'T!! He's out."

"Is he gonna be OK?"

"Uh.... sure?"

We scramble outta our seats, leaning over the now unconscious remains of buddy #2... waiting.... gently poking... a light slap on the face.

*blink, blink*

"See?? He's alive."

At that moment, buddy #2 decides to open his eyes, sees us, and smiles.....

Missing 2 front teeth.

WELL!!!!!!

EVERYONE in the van, falls out... LAUGHING to beat the band!! One of our friends, went off onto the golfcourse we happened to be parked by, at least a few hundred yards in... you could hear him laughing SO hard, he was having problems breathing, he was crying, he was utterly in hysterics.... it WAS funny.

Now, at the time, my mom had long since passed, and dad was quite used to my antics but never really fully prepared.

When a solid moving object smashes into a windshield on a vehicle, the said windshield tends to break. It was so bad, on the way home, I could barely see out safely to navigate.... head out the side window of the van kinda stuff.....

I get home. Park the bus-thing. Go upstairs. Replace said "liberated" keys. Go to bed.

Woke up the next morning to see my dad in my room, very very upset.

"We had vandals last night!! Do you KNOW anything about THIS?"

"Me?? No, God no, dad. Why? What happened??" *blink, blink*

"THE FRONT WINDSHIELD IN THE VAN IS TOTALLY BROKEN!!!!!!!"

"Oooo, those bad guys, those rotten vandals. Wow, they musta tried breaking the window to get in, huh?"

"Yeh, I'll phone the insurance place.... you really don't know anything about that??"




Hehehehe.

Well, the van goes into the insurance place for a look-see. Our insurance adjusters are apparently, not operatin' with a full deck. They missed all the glass fragments on the inside of the van. They missed the fact that the actual part of the windshield that was the centre-point for the disaster, there was a clear spot in the middle of it on the inside of the van, where point of impact, ultimately the 2 missing teeth from buddy #2, truly was. Just a wee bit of cypherin' woulda revealed the whole incident occurred inside, not outside.... either I was lucky, or everyone else was a tad stupid. Your call. :D:D:D:D:D:D

Great story Scotty...Did you save the teeth?

:D:D:D(GASP):D:D:D That was too funny T.S.:D:D:D

ORIGINAL: blueshark

Great story Scotty...Did you save the teeth?

Oooops!!! Never even crossed our minds!!! :D:D

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

:D:D:D(GASP):D:D:D That was too funny T.S.:D:D:D

Hehe, glad you enjoyed that one, bro! I've got more coming in the near future. People tell me I'm full of it. Stories, that is. :D:D:D

Speaking of teeth, T. S.,

When I first started driving truck, I was on my Dad's road crew, drivin' a water truck.
It was my first day back to work after getting a new upper plate.
While fillling the water truck, I had to be on the top of the tank to see when the tank, 4000 gal., was full. I'm sittin' there lookin' in the hole on top of the tank, when I sneezed. My new chompers flew out of my mouth and went to the bottom of the water tank.
Now...........how the hell was I goin' to get them out? The tank was too deep for me to drop in and then climb back out. I figured out that if I let the tank fill with water, I could slip in, grab my teeth and climb back out.
You ever gone swimmin' in fresh snow melt water" BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! It was reeeaalll fluckin' cold.
Wel I got my teeth alright, but after that, I left them in my lunch box 'til lunch time.

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

Speaking of teeth, T. S.,

When I first started driving truck, I was on my Dad's road crew, drivin' a water truck.
It was my first day back to work after getting a new upper plate.
While fillling the water truck, I had to be on the top of the tank to see when the tank, 4000 gal., was full. I'm sittin' there lookin' in the hole on top of the tank, when I sneezed. My new chompers flew out of my mouth and went to the bottom of the water tank.
Now...........how the hell was I goin' to get them out? The tank was too deep for me to drop in and then climb back out. I figured out that if I let the tank fill with water, I could slip in, grab my teeth and climb back out.
You ever gone swimmin' in fresh snow melt water" BRRRRRRRRRRRRRR! It was reeeaalll fluckin' cold.
Wel I got my teeth alright, but after that, I left them in my lunch box 'til lunch time.

Bwaaaaaahahahaha!! That's a good one, bro!! I'da been stumped on that one, for at least 5 minutes. You musta been some freezin' cold for the rest of yer day, eh? Clever work, there, Dave! :)

Racin' cars in the snow......
When I was in High School, I raced snow mobiles. I'd just been accepted for the Polaris, Jr. Racing Team. My sponcer delivered a brand new Polaris 500 cc machine to my house. This was before they were released to the public, as they were still under developement.
I spent every day after school, gettin' used to new machine. While out cruisin' one day, I went over to the highway that went past our little town, and decided to race cars that were going by. The snow was about 12' deep and there was a nice flat along side the road to zoom along.
Here comes a car, I scew it on, throwin' a 40' rooster tail, and I'm catchin' up with the 'im. I come around a turn, and there in my path, is a place where a road snow blower had made a cut to a side road. He had only cut into the bank about 30', I guess to have a place to turn around.
I come flyin' up, I guess about 60-70 mph, and flew into the cut. The snow mobile stuck in the snowbank on the other side of the cut, and I, after doing a leap for my life, made it across and got buried about 5' in the snow on the outher side of the cut. I popped out of the snow about 30' from where I entered.
The snow mobile got it's hood torn off, but other that , it was O. K. I was sore for about a week.
I told my sponcer what had happend. He laughed at me and said, "I'll write it off as R&D". He replaced the hood, and I was racin' that next weekend.

WICKED!!! We used to ride snowmobiles all the time in Edmonton, growin' up. Too much bloody fun!!!

On the news the other day there was a story in Quebec of a snowmobiler who didn't see some chicken wire fencing... let's just say he lost his head. Eeeeep.

Talking to George in that other forum about 66 Galaxies has reminded me of some real good times.

When I was in my late teens I traded this piece of junk Civic for a 66 Galaxy from this dude. It had a 390 in it and a built C6 tranny, and it booked somethin' pretty fierce. Well, we were all rodders and of course, we wanted more. I worked part time at this gas station for a couple years, and almost every dollar I earned went into buying parts for this beast. This journey went on for a couple years, finding a 4bbl manifold on some car left to rust in a field, finding a carb for it, finding and installing MSD stuff... you name it.

Well, finally, one day she was ready to roll. We left the hood off it that night as we were constantly pulling over and tweaking something; the carb, the timing... etc. And she had open pipes with a set of long tube headers if I recall. She was LOUD!

So, anyways, the car had been off the road for quite some time getting this work done and this was our inaugral cruise. We filled her up and went on our way...

Later in the evening, we go to the gas station again, for more go-go juice. This puppy got real lousy mileage, but I just didn't care about that at all. There was a dude at the station from Alberta (the neighboring province) in a Trans Am. It was kinda rough looking, but it also had that look.... the look that this was a project car and wasn't stock. We chatted for a few; I told him about the 390, he told me about his 350. Seemed like a good idea to line up.

So, we head out the highway a bit and get to this intersection that is typically dead at this time of night. We line up. I've got one foot on the brake, loadin' up the driveline. Get her sittin' at about 2,000rpm, ready to roll.

The light turns green.

The Galaxy tried to launch and even with 10" wide tires on the back, it just couldn't quite hook up. We left a double patch right through the intersection... when the car finally hooked up, and LAUNCHED HARD! By the time I made it through the intersection there, the T/A was at least 3-4 car lengths ahead of me; he had traction.

So, now I am closing in, racing hard... my fender is at his back end... then, my fender is just behind the passengers door... then we are almost neck-to-neck and drivin' FAST. I am about to start pullin' away from him, at about 100mph or so, when......



The windshield gets completely coated in a thick red liquid. Couldn't see a darned thing!

My buddy sticks his head out the window and helps direct me to parking along side the road. We hop out. The guys in the T/A pull over and hop out.

They were real nice. They felt real bad about what happened, and even conceded that we had won, although it was a tight race.

I can't remember what we did to the car; it was tranny fluid all over the windshield, but it wasn't an expensive or tough fix if I recall. I really enjoyed the comraderie of racing with those crazy Albertans and their hopped up T/A, and it to this day reminds me of what it meant to be a hot rodder.

Some real good times. [8D]

Hey Bro, you reminded me, haven't thought of this for years......
I had a Chevette with a diesel engine, a real dog. I was drivin' to work one day, about 4 am, when all of a sudden everything went dark. I coudn't see out of the windshield or the side windows. Something had blown in the deisel, and there was black oil all over the windshield, the top of the car, and both side windows. I just kept goin' straight and rolled down the windows so I could find the edge of the road and pulled over and stopped. I called a tow truck, he came and picked it up, and I never went back for it. Prob solved!!!

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

Hey Bro, you reminded me, haven't thought of this for years......
I had a Chevette with a diesel engine, a real dog. I was drivin' to work one day, about 4 am, when all of a sudden everything went dark. I coudn't see out of the windshield or the side windows. Something had blown in the deisel, and there was black oil all over the windshield, the top of the car, and both side windows. I just kept goin' straight and rolled down the windows so I could find the edge of the road and pulled over and stopped. I called a tow truck, he came and picked it up, and I never went back for it. Prob solved!!!

*thumps on desk* Bwaaahaha!! I've left dead cars on the side of the road before, for the city, as a gift of sorts.... :D:D:D:D

God, this is totally remindin' me, too, here....

This one day, something happened to my current ride (cannot remember what, but it needed a burial of sorts) and I needed new wheels. At the time (almost 20 years ago now) I wasn't makin' much skrilla, so my choices were limited.

I scraped up $175 and called my buddy here locally who deals in, uh, how to say, "special needs" vehicles. He says, "Sure!! I've got just the thing here. C'mon down."

So, down I head, with plates under arms and my cash in pocket. Get to the lot and there's this, I dunno, about a 1978 Ford Fairmont with an inline 6. Meh, whatever, it runs, it'll do. Upon closer inspection, I see that it's got this 3spd manual tranny, with a floor shifter. NOW I'm interested. Not excited, mind you, just interested.

The guy tells me they special ordered a fleet of these for use in a war or something. It was a strange green color....

Anyways, never had a 3 on the floor before, so I thought "Let's do it!!" I plunk down my bucks, transfer the car, put on the plates and get ready to head out in my new ride.

What could possibly go wrong?

So, I get 'er runnin' and pull out onto the road. I go, like, 10 feet. Then there is this banging noise. The car stops running. I get out, look underneath and clearly see what appears to be connecting rod type bits and pieces embedded in a puddle of oil into the asphalt. I think, "There's no way this can turn out well."

So, I took the plates off, and started hikin' home. I have no clue what happened to that thing. :D:D:D

:D:D:DResult of battle fatigue!:D:D:D

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:D:D:DResult of battle fatigue!:D:D:D

*rolls on floor laughing* DUDE!! If that thing was in a battle, we lost somethin'!!!!! :D:D:D:D

Now that Thanksgiving has come and gone, we all turn our thoughts to that wonderous time of year, sending out cards, buying presents, being with familly and friends.....and picking out that "PERFECT" Christmas tree.......

My friend Rick came over to my place, walked in with saw in hand. "Dave, would ya come with me and help me get a tree for my familly?". "Sure Rick, let's go." We go outside and I see he is drivin' his wife's V-dub. "Rick, why did ya bring the V-dub" "Well Dave, it gets around pretty good in the snow":). O...K....:eek:
We drive up this mountain road, and I ask him, "what kinda tree ya lookin for?" Rick says, "Well, my wife wants a Ceder tree this year", so we start lookin'. Suddenly rick stops the car and excalims, "THERE'S THE ONE!". I'm expectin' a nice little 3 ft tree, he points to this Ceder tree that's about 12 ft tall. "Don't cha think it's a little....uh....BIG?" "Naw, we'll cut it down a little." Ya, very little. We cut it down and he saws off about 3 ft. "That'll work", he says. "Rick, that's at least a 9 ft tree, how we gonna get it in the car, huh?" He opens the cloth sun roof and says, "we'll just stick it in here!"
So now, after wrestlin' the tree into the top of the car, we head back to town, with about 5 or 6 ft of tree stickin' outa the top of the car. I'm holdin' the branches back so he can see to drive.
Just as we get to the edge of town, Rick says, "I don't want to drive through town with this tree stickin' out, we'll go to the low water crossing in the river, cross over and then it's only about two blocks to my place."
We get to the river, and it is pretty low, so Rick starts across. He hits the water at about 20 mph and the front just kinda skims along, but the back sinks down and barely hit bottom. The front is floatin' but the rear is only hitting the river bed one wheel at a time, as the car rocks back and forth, side to side.
So here we are, in a V-dub, with a 9 ft tree stickin outa the top, tryin' to cross the river. Each time a rear wheel hits somethin' solid, the car would lerch forward about 2 ft. Between lerches, we're floatin down stream, sideways. We float passed the exit road, and i'm hopin for a low river bank where we can get out of the river. After floatin' down stream about 50 yrds, we finally get to the other side, and the V-dub climbs out of the river.
As we pull up in front of his house, his wife comes out, to see this 9 ft Ceder tree stickin' outa the top of her car, and gives Rick, "THE LOOK"! Rick and I are sittin in the car just laughin' our arses off.
We try to pull the tree out the top but the branches keep hangin' up, and we can't get it out. Rick says,"I got an idea!" He went into his house, brought out his tool box, and proceeds to remove the passenger seat. With the seat out, we could grab ahold of the base of the tree, and pull it out the passenger side door.
As it turned out, his wife had him cut the tree to about 4 ft, so it would fit on this round table they had.
When she started cleanin' out the car so she could sell it, about two years later, she was still findin' little pieces of that Ceder tree. We still laugh about that little adventure.:D:D:D

"MERRY CHRISMAS TO ALL MY WONDERFULL VETTE BRO'S AND SISTA'S.
MAY YOU ALL BE BLESSED, WITH ALL THE HAPPINESS THIS SEASON MAY BRING"

From Mr. and Mrs. Starship

great story Dude. Same to you and your's.

"God bless us everyone"
Tiny Tim

Dude, that's the best story EVAR!!!! I roared with the mental image of you two in that lil' car, floatin' down the stream.... that thar is some COMEDY GOLD! :D:D:D

Best wishes to you and yours, too, Dave. May Santa bring you everything you want. :)

The next time you get stuck in the mud or snow, remember this story, and maybe you won't feel so bad.

Ah yes....spring time in the Sierra Nevada mountains. All the snow was almost gone, every little gully had trickling water flowing, an absolutly beautiful day.
I hopped in my Dad's '58 2wd Ford pick up, and headed for one of my favorite fishin' holes.
I'm just puttin' along a dirt road that went around the edge of a lake, about 50 or so yards from the shore, when I came to a little trickle of water, about what you'd get from your kitchen sink. I stopped to look out at the lake, bad idea! When I tried to take off again, I spun the rear wheels just a little, and the rear of the trucksank a little, and the tires spun. I put it in reverse, it spun some more.
I now found that the rear bumper was resting on the ground. Shmidt! Now what?
Well I walked about 3 miles to get back to the house, and told my Dad that I had gotten stuck. So... we get in Dad's 4x4 Jimmy and head for the lake.
Dad pulled up within about thirty feet, and hooked up a couple of chains to the Ford.
As soon as he started pullin, the wheels spun a little, his Jimmy dropped both the front and rear bumpers tothe ground.
Well,........ Dad and I walked back to the house and Dad called one of his friends.
We all got in his 4x4 Jimmy, and headed for the lake. He pulled up within about 60' of Dads' truck, hooked up some chains, started pullin', and down he went, both bumpers on the ground. Ya, you guessed it, the three of us walked back to the house.
Now my Mom is laughin'! Dad says, " we'll get the crane truck, and go pull all of them out". Now this is a Peterbuilt 10 wheeler with a boom and about 50 yrds of cableon the winch.
Mom says, "I'll follow you down with the car and watch". Mom parked her car on the main road about a 1/4 of a mile away. Good thing too!
Dad pulled up within about 40 yrds of his friend's truck, hooks up the cable, and starts the winch. Yup,......when the cable got tight, and started to pull, down she went,the rear of the frame on the ground.
Now, the friend and my Mom can barely keep from laughin', Dad ain't real happy, and I'm just....well.......puzzled with disbelief.
We all get in Mom's car and go back to the house.
It's now about 5:30 in the evening.
Now Dad get's real serious,.....says, "we'll wait'til mornin, when the ground is frozen up and bring out the big gun".
4:30 the next mornin', Dad wakes me up and says, "come on, get up, we're goin' after the trucks".
We go outside and Dad fired up a D-9 Caterpiller bull dozer. Now for those of you that may not know, this thing is about 35' long, 12' wide and can pull a 2 story house off of it's foundation.
So there'sme, and Dad on the dozer, the friend and Mom in her car, and we head for the lake.
We get down to the scene andDad hooked the D-9 to the boom truck, leaves it hooked to the friends truck, and starts pullin'.............
Ah,.....success. Those two are out. Next we hook up to Dad's truck and it to the Ford. Start pullin, and again, YES!!!!We got'em both. By now the sun is up and things are startin' to thaw out. We barely got the D-9 out of the area before it would have gone down too.
I spent the next two days washin' the trucks and the D-9.
Dad says, "well......did ya learn anything"? I said, "ya, Fords suck"!

That's a pretty good story. seems to me that the two 4x4 jimmy's didn't fair too well either. LOL

:D:D:DThey were just tryin' to save that dumb ol' Ford!!!:D:D:D

That's so weird that you would mention the D-9. My daddy was just telling me the other day about how when he was in the Marines he was attached to an Engineering batallion stationed in Japan. They has one. It was used to scrape the mountain roads on Mt. Fuji. He said it was HUGE. He's always just put it to me like this........"Nothing could stop it, Mt. Fuji couldn't stop it."

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:D:D:DThey were just tryin' to save that dumb ol' Ford!!!:D:D:D




I'll bet your F250 with the 460 wouldn't have gotten stuck. and probably yanked the Jimmy's outtoo with out evenbeing prejudice about it. LOL

As for the D-9...I remember when I was just a snot nosed kid they were tearin' down the mountain behind our house(they called it progress). They had two of them out there and would leave the keys in them. we would run them suckers out of fuel every weekend tearin up trees and stuff. I guess they figured it was ok since we were unknowingly helping them. until we barried one of their trackhoes in a huge hole. Damn kids!!!

Those 4x4 Jimmys were 3/4 ton and had lots of guts.
The killer was the ground. A frozen crust of about 4" and then a bottom-less bog of soupy mud. Once you broke through the crust, there was no hope.[&o]
As I mentioned, we got the D-9 out of the area right away, or it would probably still be there.:D

You're so bad, George :D, runnin' out the diesel on the equipment. You ought to be a pretty good operator by now!:D

Well I don't know about being a good opperater but I can sure make a mess of things. I remember when we barried that track hoe. there was this old guy that was like forman or something over that crew and we watched him just walk that hoe right up outa that hole. he used the bucket like a hand and the tracs like feet. he could make that thing move like a cat, surefooted. we had it so deep in the hole that the bucket just barely would reach the rim. it was something to see.

Dude, what a great story!!!!! :D:D:DI could totally picture the entire thing there... too durned funny!!!

O.K. George and Scotty......you guys owe us some stories too. And the rest of y'all, I'm sure I'm not the only one that has had fun in the last 54 years!!! :D

I got some more, but how about a little help!!! [&o]

I did a wheelie in a "STOCK" '53 Willy's P.U.

A friend came over and stated that he and another guy were stuck and need to be pulled out.
We drive out to where he was stuck and what do I see, "TWO" Dodge military Power Wagons off the side of the road, and they are buried down to the frames.
First I hook up to one and startmy winch.I start to pull, and he's spinnin' his tires, but my Jeep just slides across the pavement. I look around, and there's a telephone pole across the road. Damn, the winch cable won't reach, but I can reach the gye wire that reaches from the top of the pole to the ground. I hook onto the anchor at the ground, with a chain hooked to one of the Power Wagons, and start my winch. Eerrr.....eeerrrr.....errrrr, suddenly the anchor comes out of the ground. I just keep on winchin'......now the cable to the top of the pole becomes taught, and the front of my Jeep starts to come up off the ground. I keep on winchin'. With the front of my Jeep about 4' off the ground, I here this kinda suckin' sound, and the Power Wagon comes out of the hole, and the front of my Jeep settled back on the ground. We used that one to pull the other one out, the key was to keep it on the pavement. I never did get a straight story on how they got stuck. The paved road was dry but the shoulders were covered by about 2' of snow. I think they were playin, got stupid, and drove off the road, playin follow the leader. WELL!,. I never did anything stupid like that!:eek:....:D

Bwaaaaaaahahahaha, Dave! Ripe, bro!!!

Now that I'm back on my feet, I'll have time for this real soon. Next week, I'll post a saga for sure, bro!! :)

Geez, this site is so much fun. When I get to thinking you folk are the greatest, I start reading this site, and then you all become the greatestEST. Keep on with the cool stories. Have a really good weekend. We will, planning on being at a car show this week end. Always good fun to be with car nuts.

Lady, with her mentioning the wagon trips and the horse "King", sent me back to some memories from my youth. Most of my stories have been centered around cars and such, but I'm going to change course here.

Milk Man comes to school......

When I was in the first grade, we went to school in a one room school house, that included 1st through 6th grade. The highlight of our morning was when the "Milk Man" showed up.
He was an old farmer who had a small dairy farm not too far from our school.
We thought he was at least 100 yrs old, leathery skin, dungarees, a floppy straw hat, always clean shaven, and drove an old flatbed truck, an early '40s Ford.
He would show up in his ol' truck, each morning, about 8:00. Us kids would run out to greet him, " The Milk Man's Here!!!, The Milk Man's Here!!!", and he always had a smile and a "good morning, children", as he carried a milk can to the front steps of the school house.
The big treat was when our teacher would open up the can, and say, "O. K., "blue stars" first!" Those of us who had gotten a "blue star" on our spelling test the day before,were treated to the first dips from a ladle that was full of the fresh cream, that had not yet been mixed in with the milk. I tell ya what, to an ol' country boy,or girl, there wasn't anything better, in the whole world, than the taste of fresh cream! ;)
After the cream was mixed in with the milk, we all got fresh milk and home made cookies, that either the teacher, or one of the ladies from the surrounding ranchesor farms, sent over to the school each day.
On special occations, like just before holidays, birthdays, and the first and last day of school, we got fresh made ice cream. We took turns on the crank, and adding ice and salt to the bucket.
I still love my "cow squeezin's" today, although I can't find fresh whole milk.
From time to time, I get a carton of whipping cream and slam that sucker down, but it just ain't the same.[&o]

I remember fresh milk when I was a kid. aside from our five lonely houses there was a 2000 or so acre dairy farm about2 miles away. since we were the only homes for a ways he would deliver fresh milk to us every morning. It was the best. in the winter we would fight over who got the cream as it grew up out of the bottle like a popsicle. I drink about 3+gallons of milk a week to this day. I also had the pleasure of milking some of his more delicate cows at 4 am every morning for a few years and I have wanted a holsteen of my own for fresh milk ever since.

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I also had the pleasure of milking some of his more delicate cows at 4 am every morning for a few years

I love the way you worded that , I too have had that "pleasure" of milkin' "delicate" cows.(and they come with their own squirt guns too!):D

What a neat story, Dave!! I really love this thread... I will have time this week to add some of my own, I promise.

Here's my version of fresh milk, Bessie was the sweetest old cow in the world, I can see grandmama sitting on a stool milking and Bessie's tail slapping grandmama in the face. We put the milk in a huge tin can and carried it down the long driveway to the road for the local dairy to pick up. Here's the best part, grandmama always had fresh homemade bread in the house, I would sit in front of the butter churn while she churned with my little piece of bread in my hands and she opened the churn and put butter on my bread it was the most wonderful thing you can imagine. It has been many many years but I can still remember sitting there waiting until it was time for the butter. There is not a butter in todays market that taste any where close of the real thing years ago. As for the milk , we didn't have a refrigerator and the milkkept in the well and also in the creek during the winter. The milk that was in the house was also called "clabbored milk" . Guess that was probably the term for milk that was not refrigerated. We drank it every day and I ain't dead yet. Now back to Bessie, when our animals would die mostlly due to old age, you cannot imagine the funeral service we grandkids would have in those back pastures. We had funeral services even if we found a dead bird. We always sang the "Old Rugged Cross" and Amazing Grace. It was a sad times when one of the animals died. "King" was killed in an auto accident. Someone down the road wanted to ride King in the Christmas parade in town. He was a black horse, and it was past dark before they got back to the house and someone ran into him about a mile from the house. I still remember to this day how my little heart hurt when he was killed. That has been many years ago , and I loved that horse so much. Thanks for taking me down another memory lane.

What an awesome post, Corvette Lady. I really enjoyed reading that. Thanks for taking the time to share with us all.

I will bore you with one more story. May have told this on the forum before. To make a long story short, Frankie Avalon was doing commercials for the Sonic Drive in and they used several of our cars in the commercial. Was a little puzzled as several people had asked me for my autograph. Just figured it was because it was our cars, DH was watching the filiming one afternoon when the people watching were saying the lady in the red dress was Frankie's wife. One of DH's buddies spoke up and said "that's not Avalon's wife, she is this man's wife". Only when DH told me what happened that I realized why folks were asking for my autograph.

Thank you Lady, for sharin' such a wonderful story.!!! Bessie and King.:)
Fresh churned butter on fresh baked bread, MMMMMMMmmmmmm!!!;)

Franky Avalon used to live down the street from my aunt, here in Reno. He wasn't there much, but we saw him from time to time.

Hmmmmmmm.....Fresh bread and fresh butta' dippin's .....hmmmmmm....Butta....lots and lots ah butta....

Holy! What a neat story, Corvette Lady!!! :D

Back in the ol' days, when we used to party like madmen, we used to go up island to this little town about 30 miles away from the main city we live in. My buddy used to have a lot of friends up there, so when we arrived, the party was always identified right away and we headed over....

Well, this one time, my best friend (who is, for all intents and purposes, my brother today) got right ripped on the ride up. The funny part about that was, he typically wasn't one to get sloppy drunk, but for some reason, this night he thought he would....

At this particular time, I had a 71 Duster with 340 heads, cam and a 4spd in it, but alas, no license. My other buddy used to do the driving whenever this happened.

So, here we are, up in this town, with one very drunk brother.

As the party progresses, our other friend who was quite popular with the ladies, starts to chat a pair up. Well, my brother takes a real likin' to one of them.... a wee thing, probably all of 105 pounds soaking wet.

They chatted as the evening progressed, and things weren't going too bad. At one point, we apparently headed over to Pizza Hut for some growlies and in the parking lot I *apparently* threw my brother on the hood of a parked car because he was acting ass-like. I don't remember that part at all, but he stills talk about that today.... (it was very out of character for me to be tossing my best friends around like bags of flour, so to be honest, I'm not 100% sure that actually happened)...

Anyways, the evening progresses and it's finally time to take the girls home. My brother is in pretty good standing with the one girl by this time, and it appears he might be getting a phone number. Until...




We swing up in front of their place. It's now probably all of 3:00 in the morning... we are drunk... my brother by now is acting rather obnoxiously.....

As the girls are getting out of the car, their neighbor opens the door. He is from a middle eastern country. He starts yelling at us to keep the noise down, people are trying to sleep.

Well.... my brother takes great exception to this notification. And proceeds to yell racial slurs at the fellow. Peppered with some colorful language, if you catch my drift.

Flash back to the bit where I said the girl he was trying to court was all of 105 pounds soaking wet.... she steps back.... winds up...... takes a swing, and decks my brother, flat on the ground. Me and my other buddy durned near pee'd our pants when this done happened, and there's my brother with a stunned look on his face.... lying on the ground.

Needless to say, he didn't get any numbers that night. This story still makes the rounds in my circles today, and provides us hours of laughter thinking of that lil' wee girl takin' my buddy out with one solid swing.

Hey Speed, that is one good story. Trust me us little 105 pound folk do carry a lot of punch. Guess I've been about that weigh for the past hundred years, and ain't back down from nottin yet. Always figured no one would come after " a tiny little lady". Came close about 2 months ago in a parking deck with some little old man wanting to run us over.

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Hey Speed, that is one good story. Trust me us little 105 pound folk do carry a lot of punch. Guess I've been about that weigh for the past hundred years, and ain't back down from nottin yet. Always figured no one would come after " a tiny little lady". Came close about 2 months ago in a parking deck with some little old man wanting to run us over.
Sometimes the best things come in the smallest packages. :D Nice work, Corvette Lady!! Don't take no gruff from nobody! :)

:D:D:DThat was funny! :D:D:D
My Rosa, snatched a 6' kid, she's only 5'7", one handed, by the coller, and lifted him over backwards, to rest on top of the kitchen counter. She doesn't like people in the way when she's cookin'. The kid stays out of Rosa's kitchen now!!! Now calls her "Momma Rosa", and came to wish her a happy Mother's Day, with flowers in hand! :D

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:D:D:DThat was funny! :D:D:D
My Rosa, snatched a 6' kid, she's only 5'7", one handed, by the coller, and lifted him over backwards, to rest on top of the kitchen counter. She doesn't like people in the way when she's cookin'. The kid stays out of Rosa's kitchen now!!! Now calls her "Momma Rosa", and came to wish her a happy Mother's Day, with flowers in hand! :D
Bwa!!! I love it, bro!!! Dispensin' justice; ain't that the greatest?!? :D

TNT = Tiny 'N Tough

Hi Folks: For some reason thought of this old story last night. We have house on the beach that we have owned for many years. The kids were 3 and 5 when we bought. Here's the story, there is an island near us and we would take the kids and go over when we were down. We had a blow up boat that would hold the four of us, the limit was 400 pounds, so this worked good for us, two 50 pound kids, and DH at 175 and me at 100. So off we would go with the inflatable boat, everyone in life vest and paddling in the ocean. Gosh, were we young and foolish, if I had grandchildren, I would fall dead, if my kids would put them in a rubber boat. Anyways, back to the story. When we would decide to go, I would tell DH to get the YACHT ready for the trip, this was standing on the porch with the foot pump getting the boat ready. Had always called it a yacht, and never the rubber boat. Oldest son startedschool in the fall. First teachers meeting, of course putting my best footforward to make a good impression with his teacher. Almost first words out of her mouth, was so I hear you all have a YACHT!!!. She had asked the students what they had done over the summer, and of course,son, told how he loved goingto the island in our YACHT. It took me a moment to get mybearing and know what she was talking about. I then realized that I had never called the "boat" anything other than theyacht.That taught me a really good lesson, don't ever call a rubber boat a yacht. We still laugh about that story to this day. I must not have learned my lesson,we still have another rubber boat that we take over to the island, and still tell DH to get the yacht ready for the trip.

:D:D:DGreat story!! Hey, it's a yacht to youse guys, and that's all that counts! :)

Y'ot not knock the yacht! :D
I have a yacht too, a Zodiack, and it will fit in the "Starship", oars and motor won't though.[&o]

"water water every where and not a drop to drink"...........it's a yacht to you, who cares what others think. .......hey!......I made a rhyme.


I'm tired and sick so ignore me, LOL [sm=outcold.gif][sm=insomnia.gif]

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Yep, its a yacht. Now when ,"we that have yachts", say we are going yachting, you will know the real truth. At least our yachts do not require a huge staff to operate. One little incident that happened on our "yacht", we were almost to the island and I was in the front, DH said, don't go into that oyster bed that is ahead of us. Bump, that was a rubber boat hitting the oyster bed. Thank goodness we always carried the pump with us. Got a small leak and had to pump it more before we left the island coming back. My blonde hair gets in my way more times than I can remember.

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My blonde hair gets in my way more times than I can remember.


Try puttin' it in a pony tail, that's what I do with mine! :D

Great idea, now it won't get in my eyes.

Instant eternity.......
When I was studyin' for my geology degree, my prof was a consultant for NASA. In connection with the USGS, he got his class permisssion to go into Mt. St. Helens on a geological survey.
We were doin' a comparison study of the volcanos in the North West. We started with Mt. Rainier, in Washington,and volcano hopped back down to Northern Califonia.
When we made our stop at Mt. St. Helens, none of the public was allowed within 10 miles of the mountain. The destruction from the eruption was still very evident. Trees laid flat for miles around, only a few bushes had started to grow back, and thousands of limbless treesfloating in what was left of Spirit Lake, at the base of the mountain. It had been ten years since the eruption in '80.
We hiked in about 5 miles and went into the crater. Holy Schmidt Bat Man!!!
The walls of the crater were about 500' high, straight up, with rock falls almost continuous. Rocks the size of a V-dub!
There in the center of the crater was the lava dome, only about 50' high at this time. We could lay on the dome and feel heat and an occational tremor.
Someone mentioned that they were afraid of an eruption, I laughed and told them,"well, if it does, you'll never know it!" :D:D:D
As we hiked out of the crater, we followed a small stream that was very hot and you could smell sulpher, kinda like egg f@rts.:D
When we got back to camp that night, I died with my boots on. Talk about tired.....!
This was one of the most, if not the most amazing experiance of my life.
I understand that recent tremors and gas releases have prohibited any further exploration.

That must have been Cool....Well....I mean I know it was hot ...a volcano and all...c'mon...you know what I mean....geeeesh!....are wepicky or what?!!

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That must have been Cool....Well....I mean I know it was hot ...a volcano and all...c'mon...you know what I mean....geeeesh!....are wepicky or what?!!


Actually, it was cool, about 68* when we got inside. About 56* outside the crater.

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ORIGINAL: blueshark

That must have been Cool....Well....I mean I know it was hot ...a volcano and all...c'mon...you know what I mean....geeeesh!....are wepicky or what?!!


Actually, it was cool, about 68* when we got inside. About 56* outside the crater.



Ahhh!,....Cool, so I'm safe....it was touch and go there for a second.....I confused myself........old age ...gotta love it.....keeps life interesting.

Dave, what a killer story! Holy Schnikeez, Batman... weren't you a little scared or anything? That puppy is still quite active and they say she could go off at any time, just like a 4 year old who had their "E-Z-Bake Oven" taken away from 'em....

Scared? No, not at all! :)Todwel onthe thought of bein' blasted into eternity, would have simply distracted me from the amazing experiance of "Bein' There"! It was really quite exhilarating, never felt more alive, 'cept for when drivin' the "Starship"! ;)
The thought, of the possibility, of goin' up in a blast, only made me realize how alive I really was! [sm=icon_rock.gif]

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Scared? No, not at all! :)Todwel onthe thought of bein' blasted into eternity, would have simply distracted me from the amazing experiance of "Bein' There"! It was really quite exhilarating, never felt more alive, 'cept for when drivin' the "Starship"! ;)
The thought, of the possibility, of goin' up in a blast, only made me realize how alive I really was! [sm=icon_rock.gif]
Ya know somethin', there, bro? I completely understand where you are comin' from just there. I suspect I mighta felt the same way, being in that situation...

Really makes you admire the power of nature, eh?

Ponder this, Mt. St. Helens was like a soda pop bottle goin' off, compared to other great eruptions in history. Keep an eye on Mt. Raineir, that sucka should really blow!!! ;)
(and it's active)

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Ponder this, Mt. St. Helens was like a soda pop bottle goin' off, compared to other great eruptions in history. Keep an eye on Mt. Raineir, that sucka should really blow!!! ;)
(and it's active)
I'll be able to see it from here... I'll post cell phone camera pictures when it goes off....



Hopefully..... :D

This isn't really an adventure or anythingbut rather just a funny little Item in my history. Nothin' much really just think it's funny.

I was born to a Sicilian Mother and Irish Father in the great state of New York in the lower end of the 6 Mil. acre Adirondack national forest. What a beautiful place to grow up. Talk about a country boy. These hillbilly's here in TN. haven't got a clue.LOL. Needless to say I was raised Irish/ Roman Catholic, Did the Sunday School thing, was an Alter Boy for awhile till my cousin and I got caught drinking the sacramental wine( little deviants) and even considered the priesthood, until I discovered Girls. But even with all this religion, up until I was like 9 years old I thought God's name was Harold. here's why. The Lords Prayer. "Our Father, Who art in heaven, Harold be thy name.... ". Never asked just took it for granted.I remember the day my Mom straightened me out on that it was like I had to get to know Him all over again. Don't know if this is a common thing but I wonder just how many little kids are thinking that right now.

That's it....I told you it wasn't much of nothin'.


Here's an interesting linkwww.dec.state.ny.us/website/dlf/publands/adk (http://www.dec.state.ny.us/website/dlf/publands/adk)

:D:D:DOh ya, I've gotten to know "Harold" quite well.:D:D:D

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This isn't really an adventure or anythingbut rather just a funny little Item in my history. Nothin' much really just think it's funny.

I was born to a Sicilian Mother and Irish Father in the great state of New York in the lower end of the 6 Mil. acre Adirondack national forest. What a beautiful place to grow up. Talk about a country boy. These hillbilly's here in TN. haven't got a clue.LOL. Needless to say I was raised Irish/ Roman Catholic, Did the Sunday School thing, was an Alter Boy for awhile till my cousin and I got caught drinking the sacramental wine( little deviants) and even considered the priesthood, until I discovered Girls. But even with all this religion, up until I was like 9 years old I thought God's name was Harold. here's why. The Lords Prayer. "Our Father, Who art in heaven, Harold be thy name.... ". Never asked just took it for granted.I remember the day my Mom straightened me out on that it was like I had to get to know Him all over again. Don't know if this is a common thing but I wonder just how many little kids are thinking that right now.

That's it....I told you it wasn't much of nothin'.


Here's an interesting linkwww.dec.state.ny.us/website/dlf/publands/adk (http://www.dec.state.ny.us/website/dlf/publands/adk)
Holy smokes, bro, that is truly "Harold's Country". ;):D:D:D We hope to visit that part of the world one day....

A couple of years ago, I bought my wife an new washer and dryer.
I set them out at the front of the yard to await a trip to the dumpster. A young woman came by, and asked if they were for sale. I told her that she could have them for $50 each. She came back two days later and offered me $35 for the dryer, "sure", I said, and her boyfriend loaded it in his PU. A week later, the washer just disappeared. :eek:During that week the temps got below 25* and I'm sure the water in the pump froze and cracked the pump housing.
I just laughed to myself, and was glad it was gone. I'm guessin' that the girl and her boyfriend prob picked it up.
Well, I got $35 and didn't have to pay to have them hauled off. I think I got the best part of the deal! :D
I have since built a fence around my front yard, I have stuff that I don't intend to "give away". ;)

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A couple of years ago, I bought my wife an new washer and dryer.
I set them out at the front of the yard to await a trip to the dumpster. A young woman came by, and asked if they were for sale. I told her that she could have them for $50 each. She came back two days later and offered me $35 for the dryer, "sure", I said, and her boyfriend loaded it in his PU. A week later, the washer just disappeared. :eek:During that week the temps got below 25* and I'm sure the water in the pump froze and cracked the pump housing.
I just laughed to myself, and was glad it was gone. I'm guessin' that the girl and her boyfriend prob picked it up.
Well, I got $35 and didn't have to pay to have them hauled off. I think I got the best part of the deal! :D
I have since built a fence around my front yard, I have stuff that I don't intend to "give away". ;)
*snicker* Dude, that's just ripe! :D

O. K., Topspeed !!! You too Blueshark!!! :eek:

Ya owe us a couple of stories there Bros! ;)

And the rest of Y'ALL.....did youse have such a boring life that all ya ever did was eat, sleep, and take up planetary space? :D

I'd like to read some stories too, [&o]I 've heard mine! :eek:

Ever ride a snow mobile off a cliff, I have, not on purpose though.:D

Had my eyes closed while playin' with my band, and stepped right off the stage :DFell up against a piano and didn't miss a note! ;)

Run off the road and ended up in about 12 feet of snow, completely buried. Didn't know which way was up until I took off my gloves, went to throw them up on the dash, and they hit the window on the passenger side door.:D

Saw a guy fall a tree on his own pickup! :D

Rode horses, wrecked a bike and two cars, raced stock cars and snowmobiles, worked on a ranch, drove truck, worked on a rail road, and been intwo train wrecks! Pretty dull huh?:D

So.....what's up with Y'all?!?!? Hmmmmm? :eek:

Oh ya, I used to work with a powder monkey. Ah just love blowin' schmidt up! ;):D

LOL, Dave you crack me up!!! :D

OK, dude, I got a minute this morning; here goes....

When I was a youngster we lived in Edmonton. Tons of snow in the winter. Couple snow with my love of mechanical devices and speed, and you've got a recipe for disaster... or snowmobiling, whichever comes first.

So, one day we all got together in a group and headed out for a ride. We used to ride on the frozen surface of the East Saskatchewan River (I believe it was called), which was totally fine in the middle of winter. Every once in awhile, one of the riders would notice something of interest, and we'd get off the frozen river and head to flat land.....

This one time, my friend dad saw something he was interested in. It required riding up a very steep hill, and turning right halfway up the hill onto a little area that faintly resembled a path of sorts.... the actual turn itself was a little tight; you only had about 1.5 feet to turn the skidoo and get setup on the path....

Well.

Didn't I misjudge? I turned a tad too early. Thus finding myself precariously balanced on the edge of the path I was shooting for, and the hill I just rode up.

Gravity won.

Next thing I know, I'm looking up at the bottom of a skidoo, looking right at the tracks of the machine. It was still running. My friends dad came right over and hit the kill switch and pulled the machine off me. I was totally fine, but yeh, that skeered the poop right outta me. I had mental images of the throttle getting engaged, and the tracks performing a sort of surgery on my face that I wasn't really wanting.

Everyone else made the turn just fine. Only I didn't.


Come to think of it, that was one of the last times I was invited. :D

:DThat's good Bro! :D

Them snomobiles are a lot of fun, but Holy Schmidt, what a per-dic-a-ment![&:]

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:DThat's good Bro! :D

Them snomobiles are a lot of fun, but Holy Schmidt, what a per-dic-a-ment![&:]
It was a true third cup of coffee that day, I tells youse whut! :D

Over the edge.....

Back in my snowmobilin' days, a buddy of mine and I were out for a late night ride. We had a chrystal clear night, with a full moon. The snow glowed in the moon light.
We decided to play hide and seek, a version of follow the leader.We turned off our lights, and I took off to, "Hide". About five minutes later, I was following a ridge, when all of a sudden every thing in front of me was BLACK! I thought," I must be at the gravel pit, oh SCHMIDT!!!." Imade a leapoff the machine and tried desperately to grab at the edge. The snow just broke away and I had nothing to grab onto. Down I went , about 40 feet. I landed in the branches of a downed tree. I turned my head and saw the snowmobile, sitting upright,still running, the light was now on, and pointing right at me. I felt like the machine was laughin' at me. It probably was. :DI scrambled out of the pile of snow that covbered the tree, got on the machine, took off around the edge of the pit, and headed for the top of the ledge. I knew my Bud was going to be following my tracks to come find me. Luckly, he was goin' slow and saw the edge of the pit and stopped. Unlike me, who hit the edge of the cliff at full throttle. :D
I was a little sore the next day, but otherwise O.K. I figure the snow took up most of the shock from the fall, and the tree was covered by about 5 feet of snow. I felt pretty lucky. [&:]We still went out for night rides, but no more hide and seek, and we stayed miles away from the gravel pit. ;)

Bwaaaaaahahahaha! Oh man; riding those things in the pitch black is a tad on the dangerous side of things, bro! You are right, though; that's one thing about snowmobilin' you just don't have with motorcycles or ATV's... SNOW to catch your fall!!! Funny how rocks are much less "forgiving"..... :D

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Bwaaaaaahahahaha! Oh man; riding those things in the pitch black is a tad on the dangerous side of things, bro! You are right, though; that's one thing about snowmobilin' you just don't have with motorcycles or ATV's... SNOW to catch your fall!!! Funny how rocks are much less "forgiving"..... :D


Actually Bro, the snow glows pretty bright when there is a full moon, just that everything is in black and white. the snow is white-ish, trees and gravel pits are black! :D

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Bwaaaaaahahahaha! Oh man; riding those things in the pitch black is a tad on the dangerous side of things, bro! You are right, though; that's one thing about snowmobilin' you just don't have with motorcycles or ATV's... SNOW to catch your fall!!! Funny how rocks are much less "forgiving"..... :D


Actually Bro, the snow glows pretty bright when there is a full moon, just that everything is in black and white. the snow is white-ish, trees and gravel pits are black! :D
I stand corrected!! It's been 27 years since I rode one, so my memory is definately not what it used to be. We never really rode much in the dark... somethin' about my mom not lettin' me.... :D:D:D

Speaking of Sleds... When i was a kid growing up in the mountians of the great stete of New York. in the winter snowmobiles were almost a nessesity. needless to say there were tones of them to be had. we needed something to run in the summer as well. my brother had a single seat gocart frame that he wasn't useing so I confiscated it and parked a yamaha 488 sled engine on it. talk about fun. we clocked it at 98 mph with my brothers car. we dug ditches all summer long and got lots of scrapes and bruses. the last day we got to run it the kid down the road from me was driving it and was doing laps around his house when he hit well marker and busted the steering rods right off the front. he was going pretty fast when this happend and right in front of him was his families above ground pool. ....you guessed it, he whent right throught the side and destroyed it and the damn cart. Water went every where and flooded his basement and scared the watchmacallit out of all of us and his mom. when she realized he was not hurt she grabed him by the ear and draged his but in the house and sent the rest of us home.lucky for him he was only banged up until his father came home. then he was hurt. I didn't go back down to his house for over a month. I miss that gocart.

I have plans for another one with a mercuy outboard V-6 powerhead.......should be loads of fun.

:D:D:DThat's funny George! :D:D:D
I played with carts, a little, when I was young too. WHAT A KICK, EH? ;)
I wanna build one to run on about 18 miles of abandoned rail road track, about 5 miles from my place. Kinda like the old NASA rocket sleds! :):D
(gotta watch for cattle though, lots of cattle out there :D)

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Speaking of Sleds... When i was a kid growing up in the mountians of the great stete of New York. in the winter snowmobiles were almost a nessesity. needless to say there were tones of them to be had. we needed something to run in the summer as well. my brother had a single seat gocart frame that he wasn't useing so I confiscated it and parked a yamaha 488 sled engine on it. talk about fun. we clocked it at 98 mph with my brothers car. we dug ditches all summer long and got lots of scrapes and bruses. the last day we got to run it the kid down the road from me was driving it and was doing laps around his house when he hit well marker and busted the steering rods right off the front. he was going pretty fast when this happend and right in front of him was his families above ground pool. ....you guessed it, he whent right throught the side and destroyed it and the damn cart. Water went every where and flooded his basement and scared the watchmacallit out of all of us and his mom. when she realized he was not hurt she grabed him by the ear and draged his but in the house and sent the rest of us home.lucky for him he was only banged up until his father came home. then he was hurt. I didn't go back down to his house for over a month. I miss that gocart.

I have plans for another one with a mercuy outboard V-6 powerhead.......should be loads of fun.

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I've got this mental picture of you ridin' that baby down a backroad, bookin' aroun' 120, with 5 cop cars in hot pursuit!!

"We're in hot pursuit of some dude in a go-cart here..."

"Well, Adam 12, pull him over!!!"

"We can't catch him!!!"

Back from page two.......

Around,........'78 and '79.......
I had a '62 Chevy long bed, fleetside pickup. Pumped up 283, Granny 4 speed, and camper shell.
This wasn't just transportation, this was home. Had a couch, end table, cooler, and my guitar. Stereo FM/AM w/cassette, and two sets of headphones. Oh, and one other thing.......a HUGE Siberian Husky. Can ya guess his name?



Chevy! :D

I'd load up Chevy and we'd head out of town every evening.
Aboutseven miles out, was a hot springs on a ranch. People had dug pits and ditches, and even lined some of the "Tubs", with flat rock.

Chevy and I would sit there, in the dark, except for a small camp fire. Turn our backs to the fire, and gaze at the millions of stars. He'd have his Skippy and I'd fry up some eggs and zuccini. I tried his Skippy, fried. Not too bad.:D

Most nights we'd set up bed by the fire. Listening to the crackle, and the coyotes howlin' and barkin' in the distance.
Ya know, that was at a time when I was broke and out of work, but I wouldn't trade the days in that ol' truck, with Chevy, and the stars for nothin'! :)


(and a free hot bath ;))

What a cool story, Dave. I always enjoy reading these, my friend. A dog named Chevy! How frickin' cool is THAT? You, sir, are one in a million, that's for sure. :D

My introduction to auto racin'........

Back at a time when water was a new invention :D, 1956, I was 4. My Dad used to race what they called "Hard Tops". All the cars were pre WWII. Dad had a '33 Ford2 door sedan,with a flathead 8. No fenders and the sides of the hood had been removed.
Dad pulled up to the flagman's gate at the front of the stands and called for me to come down. I swear I flew to the gate. The flagman helped me down to the track, where Dad picked me up and stuffed me through the door window opening of the car, since the doors were welded shut.I squatted down on the floor on the passenger side, Dad handed me a helmit, I grabbed ahold of the roll cage, and hung on.
We took off with a roar from that ol' flathead, that had straight pipes cut off just behind the drivers area. Mud was flingin', engine roarin', and to me, we were goin' like hell.
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As we slid around the turns, I was watchin' Dad work the wheel and throttle. Mud was flyin' up from the front wheels and splatterin' all over Dad and me, but I was racin'!!!, so it didn't matter. That's what you did racin', ya got covered with mud. The more mud the better! ;)
The number on the side of his "Hard Top" was....$1.98. He used to joke that that's all it was worth, but I knew he loved that ol' car.
My brother and I both went on to build and drive our own cars. Never made a name for ourselves, but I tell ya what, that was the most frickin' fun! My brother used to get p.o.'d, cause he could pullon meon the straights, but then I'd take 'im in the turns.:D
I still have my Dad's old helmit! ;)

DUDE!!!..... That's the coolest story in this thread yet, bro!! I could totally picture it!

Man, those ol' times.... those were the days, eh, bro?

Ya Bro, those were the days alright! :)
BTW, the car trailer he used, to take his car to the track, is the same trailer I used. ( remember the race to the track, when I was pullin' my stock car with my Road Runner, at 120 plus?) I still have that trailer! ;)

I remember, one time, Dad got loose and drifted off of turn three. He disappeared in a cloud of dust and we thought for sure he had rolled. Just then, here he came, over the bank, all four wheels in the air, stormin' out of turn four, and headed down the front straight. I remember the crowd cheerin' at his return to the track. I'll have to dig around and see if I can get a pic to post,of him and his old "Hard Top". He had three, over the five or six years that he raced.

Round One:

C3S, race stories got me to remembering H1, who might have give you a run for your money as a character. This was a guy who got back from in country in Nam, finished his tour as a DI and took a second job as a bouncer at the tittie bars just cause he could.

One fine spring Saturday I decided the hardwood floors in the living room needed a fresh coat of varnish, so he helped me put everything out on the porch and then asked what he could do to help, to which I replied "Get out". He put on his leathers, hopped on his rice burner and waived as he went down the road at 8:30 in the morning. I did what I wanted to, floor varnished, house cleaned, truck organized and relaxed for the rest of the day. Well, you don't keep a man on a leash with any success so I didn't start wondering where he was until about 10:00 that night. Called his sister and asked if he had been down to feed the horses and when she said no, we both started to worry; he might drop off the face of the earth but those horses would get feed around sunsetregardless. She calls about 11 said she had him and he was toasted to the gills, I said she could keep him, I'd be down the next morning to collect.

Turns out it was Kentucky Derby day and when you run into some HD boys at the bar you start talking about fast horses, then fast cars, then fast bikes. The Harley boys bluffed it, yes H1 could take them light to light, but over the long haul they had a change so my darling said prove it, they ran Albuquerque to Gallup 5 times in a day(about 140 each way), doing shots at both ends. Thank god he didn't want to take the time to come home to get the car.

I of course am a meek little lambkins who has never gone over the posted speed limit.http://www.corvetteforums.com/micons/m16.gif

I of course am a meek little lambkins who has never gone over the posted speed limit.http://www.corvetteforums.com/micons/m16.gif

Sure Toots, I beleive ya! :eek::D

I'm not so sure about bikers. I've known a lot of them, and still know a "Few". They can be an.....uh.....odd bunch sometimes. :D

So true, I laughed myself sick at your bird to the brain snippit.

Round Two:

When I met him H1 was dying, as in a more pre determined short time than the rest of us. He needed a heart transplant and was already living on borrowed time,six months past the time the medicos had given him. We got married in December so he'd have insurance and he got the transplant in April but the months inbetween were pretty touch and go. The thing that really kept him going was that vette. He'd had a repair shop and the car was in one of its morphing stages when he got sick, so it was in various pieces, but there is a pretty major custom hotrod show in town each February and he was determined to enter his car. This was a man who needed a reason to live and literally, getting his baby back in show condition was it. I'd fetch this, go get that, run to the machine shop but I was just the mobile part of the team, H1 and the vette were bonded in a way I could only help with. Came down to the afternoon it had to be delivered and set up and the car wasn't ready. H1 sent me down to talk to the orginizer, he was buried under the hood, wouldn't take the time to come out. I tell you, I used everything I had to convince the people putting on the show he'd have that car there bright and early though I didn't know how. Next morning I woke to the most amazing "Lub, Lub, Lub.....", he had pulled it off. He and his car made it, took second place.

He had the vette from 67 to 07, raced it, showed it, waxed it and loved that car. I always put a roof over our heads and food on the table, but there were times it was a hunt to find the money for his anti-rejection drugs. There were times I really wanted him to sell that car, when I knew the money could make life easier but he never would.

I have to admire the man's tenasity! :)

Good Lord, toots, what incredible stories there. Thank you so much for sharing with us; if you have more, we'd love to read them! :)

Might have one or two more but its someone elses turn to lay it on thick,............you out there Blueshark?

Ya,.....c'mon George.....give one up! :)

Oh......Lee.....? I know you got ta have some!

And Scotty, Luke, Matt, L. B., and Lamont......come on guys, quit tryin' to hide. :D

When I was a senoirin High School, I was a manager of a service station in King's Beach, Ca., on the north shore of Lake Tahoe.
The station was about 1/2 mile from the Ca., Nv. border. There were4 casinos right across the border.
From time to time I would get people that would come in lookin' for a deal on gas, in order to get back home to Sacramento, San Francisco, and all points west in Ca.
I should have opened a pawn shop. :DI collected several spare tires, lots of hand tools, a couple of leather jackets, 4 suitcases with their clothes still in 'em, about 20 wrist watches, and the list goes on......!

Spare tires......$3
Wrist watches..$5
Tool boxes, w/tools......$15
Leather jackets......$7
Suitcases......$3
Wtih clothes.....$7

One guy wanted $5 for his shoes, wrong size, no deal. :D
A few people were return customers. They'd pawn a wrist watch, and go back to the casinos. They'd come back later to pawn their rings or somethin, and go back to the casinos. Really kinda sad, but what Idiots!!!

Another guy tried to sell me his car for $500, probably worth a couple of g's. He didn't have the title with him, and I wasn't about to get charged with auto theft, should he decide he wanted his car back. :eek:

The oddest one.....
A guy left his girl friend as collateral, for $20 worth of gas, while he went to Western Union to get the money from his Mom. She was there for about 4 hours. :DI had her washin' windshields, while I pumped gas. ;)

I know what you're thinkin',......no,..... her name wasn't "gas"! :D

Anyway, I sold most of the stuff at school and made as much as 300% profit on most things. Most of the clothes went to the Salvation Army. :)

That's funny...I can believe that completely. People do similar stuff for a drink(firewater). and worse for the dreaded "dope". addicts is addicts I guess. as for the gilr's name bein' "gas".........okay, I believe ya. Great story.

More from the service station.......
One winter day, a 2dr. '55 Chevy sedanshowed up in my parking lot. It had been hit in the passenger side by a snow plow, and the pass door was caved in. After about a week, my boss told me to have it towed.
The more I looked at it, I got to thinkin'......"Stock Car"! ;)I loaded it onmy Dad's trailer and hauled it to school. Some of my buds and I stripped it out in auto shop.The teacher wouldn't let me do the roll cage at school, he said the school might be liable if it failed. IF IT FAILED!!! :eek:He didn't know mevery well. :D( Dad taught me how to weld when I was about 10. ;))
I took it home and put it in the shop owned by the company that my Dad worked for. I'd pull it in after everybody was off work, and then pull it out each night. I had access to welders, saws, all the tools I would need, and an overhead crane with a powered winch. I had that car in about every positionbut upside down. :D
I put in the cage, pulled the 6 banger out, and put in a 283 with a light cam.
Painted it, put on the numbers, and I was ready to roll.
Dad said he wouldn't help, cause if I was goin' to race it, I needed to know everything about it, and how it was done. I picked his brain pretty heavy though.
I used to work on it, on Fri. nights, gettin' ready for the races on Sat. night. I remember fallin' asleep while lyin' on a creeper under the car. I'd wake up starin' at a transmission, somewhat startled, then remember whereI was and why, then continue workin'.
I'm gatherin' up some pics of familly race cars, and hope to post them soon. :)
I'm goin' to hav'ta get them on disc somehow, so it may take awhile to get them organized, but I will get them posted. ;)( I only have negatives of some of the shots, I have no idea what happened to the pics.)

WHAT GREAT STORIES, DAVE!!!! Jeez, bro, you HAVE to write a book one day. These stories are just so great!!!!!!!

And I can't wait to see these pictures.

I have a few to share, as well, but I have been so darned busy here lately, I just haven't had the time to sit down and do it! I will, though, I promise.... :)

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WHAT GREAT STORIES, DAVE!!!! Jeez, bro, you HAVE to write a book one day. These stories are just so great!!!!!!!



:DI am writtin' a book Bro. :D
I am printing out each and every one and putting them in a file folder.
Maybe,.... one day,...... my kids, or G-kids will like to read them. :)

Well Scotty, your recent vid brought this to mind......
Magic Carpet Ride.....
Back in the days of High School, 3 friends and I worked at Sugar Bowl ski area on the top of Donner Summit. To get from the parkin' lot to the lodge, we had to take a tram that crossed over some railroad tracks and a canyon.
Each Sat mornin', we'd get in a gondola,fire up a...uh...(well, I never inhaled :eek:) and what song do ya think was playin' on our radio?, every Sat morn?....."Magic Carpet Ride". The thing that got us all jazzed up was that the tram wasnamed, "The Magic Carpet".
We'd sing at the top of our lungs, and laugh our arses off, all the way across the canyon.
All of the runs were named after Disney charactors, Mickey Mouse, Minnie, Donald Duck and a few others. We fit right in, 'cause we were a "Goofy " bunch! :D
Workin' the ski areas was my first job dealin' with "The Public". I gained a real distaste for tourists, it was always me, me, me, and everybody else was at least 4th class. [:@]

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I served my apprenticeship with Painter's Local #79 in the early eighties and over the last twenty yearshave twice had the outside of my truck look like this, thru no fault of my own; both times it was some a$$hole apprentice not paying attention.

Makes me remember a few years back we were building a prison in Hobbs, NM, one of those privately run contracted prisons, Wackensomebody. The general contractor got two pods, the kitchen, and gym up and even though we had 3 more pods to go, Wackensomebody staffed the place up and started renting out rooms. Let me tell you, Hobbs is about as far in the southeast corner of the state as you can get, in oilfield country and the fields were in a downturn at that time; when they hung out a hiring sign, they cleaned out the local Wal-Mart labor pool.

Shear stupidity has never looked so scary. They had "guards" walking the roof overlooking the excersize yard with shotguns, one of them accidently discharged into and killed an air handling unit. The owners reps wanted it replaced under the one year warrenty clause.

H2 & I were on the roof one day and watched the two truck mobile patrol outside the fence pull up next to each other and pass the shotgun thru the windows of the vehicles, loaded mind you, barrel first.

I had to go into the "secured" part of the job one day and the escort they gave me to be in charge of the keys was 20, female, 5'-2", 120lbs. Perfect for Friday night at the bar with the crew in town, but she wouldn't have stood up to a rush on the sale table at Macy's, much less a prison. Comes about lunch and Miss Priss leads the way back to the cantina, everybody stopping her to say her boss was hunting for her. He found her half way thru lunch, takes her out into the hall to talk, she comes back in and casually sits down. I asked what that was about, she says "They wanted to check were we are, the riot is supposed to start at 2:00". Folks, I was on my feet, lunch tray in hand and moving towards the door leading to the outside world before she drew her next breath, with her calm cow eyes following my every move as she ate.

The recreational director was such a nice guy,another local hire, he would bring some of the trustie inmates burritos from town. Showed he was dumber that guys on the inside when the drug sniffing dogs at the entrance busted him for putting bags ofhash in the food.

Stupidity is rampant and infectious, try to stay away from it if at all possible!!!If that doesn't work, try bleach!!

hhhmmmmmm, I'm feeling a little off now myself , it maybe too late..............http://www.corvetteforums.com/image/s14.gif

:DKilled the air handler! :D
Great story Toots! ;)
I can't believe how many people of ....uh....."Questionable compitence", that law enforcement allows to carry weapons. :eek:
I approached an officer one time, and asked him why he carried a 9mm. He said that itcould carry more bullits. Personally, give me a 357 wheel gun. Great stopping power,.....and ......I can hit what I'm aiming at. ;)

When I first started hunting, my Dad gave me just two shells. I asked,
"why two"? Dad told me that the first one, was just to get them running. :D

I just love this thread!!! Thanks you guys.... please keep 'em comin'! I'd read your books, any day of the week!

Starship...
Heres one for you. I was on the road in 90 with Garth Brooks. We pulled into the Mid-State California Fair at I think Paso Robles. Being that it was a big state fair, Maryland Sound out of LA provided the house speakers, so we were in for a pretty easy day. We pulled our house consoles, monitor rig and staging and had it set in a few hours. Garth had a real problem of getting "over excited" during his performances... really took to running all over the stage. I didn't really mind it too much, it usually made for a good show. But... when he started jumping off some of the bands risers... the stage right keyboard riser which was about 6' tall for instance... and swinging like Tarzan on all the speaker cables that went up to the speaker array that was flown, lets just say I took offense.
Now... being the polite guy that I am, I asked him to stop. I explained to him that them there cables is where his voice went through to get to them speakers... and if he broke them... his voice would not come out. I thought I was being plain enough... but sure enough... halfway through the first show of the day... Garth went swingin'. We had about a 3 hour break between show's... and that's when the Vaseline came out.
Shoulda seen his face in the second show when he jumped, slipped and landed square on his ass. I had 2 stagehands standing there, 1 with a rag to wipe his hands, and 1 with a can of white spray paint to do an outline of his cowboy hat laying on the ground. He never did that again...
You know... you shouldn't ask me for these... some road stories can get you dee-vorced.
Later
Wedge

[sm=icon_rofl.gif][sm=icon_rofl.gif][sm=icon_rofl.gif]*gasp*:D:D:D
That's funny as hell Wedge! Great story!!!

When I first got started in the biz, I was lead spot op. Had one heck of a time chasin' some 'tainers around the stage. :D

My pet peave, was when someone would go up to a mic on stage, and "TAP" on it, to see if it worked. [:@]I'd come over my mic and say, "What the Fluck, think I don't know my job? Do that again and it WON'T work, I'll see to that"!
They didn't seem to realize that the sound tech can make or break a show.
I'm sure ya know what I mean. ;)
When people would cheer at a concert, I took that as personal satisfaction, they got the sound they liked. :)
You and I Bro, think about it, we made stars, "STARS"! [sm=icon_rock.gif]

What a KILLER story!! Bwaaaaaaahahahaha!!! Clever way to "modify his behaviour", that's for sure! :D:D:D

"Dropped stuff nightmares".......here's one.....

I'm cruisin' along in my '70 SS 454, Heavy Chevy, Chevelle, only doin' about 50 mph, when suddenly, BANG! The rear of the car jumped about 5 ft into the air. I looked into the rear veiw mirror, just in time to see my driveshaft flippin' end over end, out over a fence and into a field. I stopped the car, retrieved the shaft and stuck it in the trunk. It had acted like a pole vault,and thrown the car into the air.
I had to walk about 3 miles back to town.
When I got the car back to my bud's shop, we put it on a lift. After inspectingfor dammage, I found a spiral crack in the tranny case from the tail to the bell housing. The crack made a full twist from end to end. All I could figure, is that the front universal joint let go.
I took the in'erds and put them in a new case. The drive shaft was bent too bad to be re-used.It had dug a chunk out ot the pavement about 3 inches wide and a foot long, and snapped the rear universal out of the yoke on the shaft.
I still have the tranny, an M-22 Rockcrusher. :)

Dude, that's scary. Someone a buddy of mine knew years ago had that happen. He's no longer with us. I believe he and his car got polevaulted somewhere at a velocity that was distinctly not good.

Glad to hear the tranny survived! :D

Yeah... we made 'em work... and we did take some crap... but it was all worth it. I spent the last years of my career working for Sound Image, a large sound company based in Escindido. We always provided sound for the San Diego Street Scene, a multiple (7 to 10)stage outdoor event in the streets of SD. One year the Jeff Healy Band was going to be the headliner on the main stage. In case you don't remember him... he was a blind guitar player that played a strat like a lap steel... really unique style. Well anyways... we were set up, his crew and equipment truck arrived early so we had it ready to go when he got there. It was getting late in the afternoon and I was starting to get nervous when he and the band didn't show up at the scheduled time for the soundcheck. But about 20 minutes later, we spotted his bus coming up the street... weaving. As it got closer... we saw it was Jeff behind the wheel of their 40' Eagle tour bus! Well actually, the driver was below the dash, out of sight doing all the hard work... but Jeff's excuse as he got off the bus..."I got lost".
See ya

[sm=icon_rofl.gif]Jeff Healy drivin' the tour bus. That's funny! [sm=icon_rofl.gif]
I remember Jeff very well. An impressive musician. [sm=icon_rock.gif]

ORIGINAL: C3 Starship

By popular demand. I was asked to start this thread. Apparently, I've led an "Interesting" life and will share some of my experiences here. Hell, it's just life!
I don't want to make this my auto bio, so if someone has a True story to share, let 'er rip.

To start this out,
I was livin' in a loggin' camp, stayin' in a 16' travel trailer with another guy. (don't go weird on me here)
the guy used to like to drink, A LOT, after work. One night, about 1:30 in the morn', I was woke up by the fridge light coming on. I opened my eyes to see this guy just standin' in front of the fridge. I got up to see what was up. I guess he thought he was in the bath room, 'cause he was pi$$in' in the fridge![:'(]
I went to the foreman that day and got changed to another trailer, by myself.



I had a college roomie that took a leak in the corner of the room - sort of.

I heard him get up. I looked and he staggered a few steps, turned, took two more steps, turned the other way, and leaned on the wall (I still didn't know what was goin' on). THEN, I heard a dribblin' sound. HE'S LEAKIN'! I leaned up, and I saw him reachin' for the trigger on the commode, but it wasn't there!!!:):):).

I bet I could go to his home, and know the layout of the john by that maneuver.

:DNow we know too! :D
That's funny!!! [sm=icon_rofl.gif]

My first moto ('76) was a 68 Charger r/t. 440, auto, 4 bbl. (Syncin' 3 dueces is a hateful task, huh c3?) 12.5:1 squeeze under the heads. Schoolbus gas is low octane too. And I had to back off when I saw friends gettin' ready to light up a cigarette. And I can tell ya' that gas tastes bad[:'(]. All three days.

I piled the guys in the first friday nightI had it. 140mph. All saw it. At school a couple of days later, another buddy looked at the rear rubber. They were recaps.

Can you say 'guardian angels' x 5'?

Okay... This one's a killer.

A couple of years ago, the Raleigh NC city council put up these hideous, slightly-larger-than-life-sized, fiberglass wolves, all over the city. They were purple, green, chartreuse, orange, turquoise, etc. Some had polk-dots [think political correctitude]. Just atrocious. They put 'em right on street corners and pedestrian malls all over town.

I know of two people who will never forget one of 'em.

I was at a red light in Cameron Village shoppin' center - two lanes straight thru' the x-section, I was in the hammer lane. Asub-compact pulled up to my right, with man and wife, I guess, in the front seats. Their german shepherd filled the back seat. It was summer, windows up. The dog was eyein' me when when they pulled up. He didn't see anything he liked, and stuck his head between the front seats to drool a little on the owners. No lovin' or attention up there either. He then looked out the passenger window, and I saw him freeze. The ears went forward and up, to the 5 minutes 'till1 o'clock position (FULL DOG ATTENTION) Then, I saw the hairs on his back stand straight up like they were spring-loaded. He was lookin' at the fiberglass wolf, struck in a 'baying-at-the-full-moon' pose. They never saw it comin'...

Cujo let loose with a howl, that I could hear in my Express 1-ton, AC runnin', windows up, and that almost sent mom and pop through the front windshield.

'68 Charger? Yowzer! Bad ride Dude! Ya them 3-ducks can be a challenge alright. Ain't no such thing as free gas, gotta pay somehow. :D

:DI can seeapic of the Shep howlin', that's funny stuff alright!:D

Great stories Bro! ;)

I couldn't get away with nothin' when I was a kid, 'cause I always ended up tellin' on myself, like when.......

We had my G-ma's car for a few days. Mom's car was in the shop.....again.
Well, Mom went with the neighbor to a friends house one evening, for a couple of hours, and I got to stay at home...alone. (I think I was 12 )
I got the keys to G-ma's car, a '53 Stude, and went out and started it. I drove back and forth in the drive way a few times, and when I felt comforable, away I went.I drove down the road about 4 miles, turned around, and headed back. It was dark by now, and when Iwas about 50 yards fromthe house, I saw Mom goin' up the front steps.
I just knew I was a dead man. I pulled into the driveway, shut off the motor, and reluctantly went into the house. Mom asked, "where ya been?" I broke inta tears, just knowin' I was gonna get my butt whacked. I cried, "I'm sorry Mom, I'll never do it again. I just felt like I wanted to drive the car." She said, "What car?" Busted! She didn't even hear me drive up, let alone notice it was missing when she got home. For all she knew, I was out chasin' moths or somethin'. She laughed and asked if I ran into anything, I said, "No". She said, "I thought not, we taught ya to drive pretty safely." ( I'd started drivin', while sittin' on Dad's lap, when I was about 5. ) And that was the end of it. I never stole G-ma's car again. :D

Sorry it took so long, but I finally got some pics together ofmy Dad's and myrace cars.

Me and Dad! :)

http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/Racecars1.jpg


This is me in $1.98, the second. Circa 1957


http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar6.jpg


This is my Dad, in $1.98 the third. He and a couple of other guys got tangled up in turn 1. Note the exhaust pipes commin' out of the trunk lid.

http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar5.jpg


Now this was my favorite of his cars, $1.98 the 4th. Circa 1959.

http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar7.jpg

Now, move ahead in time to 1971. This is my first stock car.
A '55 Chevy 2dr. sedan. It had a slightly pumped 283 and a 3 sp stick.


http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar10.jpg

http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar11.jpg

There's a story to go with every dent. :D


Now an action shot.
We we're goin' into turn 1, and came out of turn 2, 4 wide. Guess who waslow andinside, goin' into turn 3, ........allalone. :eek:

http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar2.jpg



This was my second race car, a '62 T-Bird, with a pumped up 390.
I'm the one standin', the other guy is still a good friend of mine. :)

http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar8.jpg


This was my tow car, a 1970 Road Runner, 6 pack 440 with the "Grabber" hood scoop. Had a switch on the dash that would raise the scoop. Now that, was one BAD Mopar. ;)That's me on your right.
This is the only pic I have of 'er. [&o]

http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar4.jpg


.........and now folks, are ya ready for this?
It is the one,.....
the only......
130 mph car trailer. :D

http://i121.photobucket.com/albums/o225/C3Starship/racecar3.jpg

In the background is the shop where I built my cars.

I really cherrish all those days, some of the best days in my life. ;)

Great pictures Dave. Thanks for sharin' them with us. You was just a youngun huh? Don't ya wish ya still had the "Bird"?

The "Bird' was a junker I bought from a wrecking yard for $50. Stripped it out, dropped in a cage, a built 390, and went racin' for the second year.
The first time it got hit, about 5 lbs. of bondo fell off. :DBut it ran real strong and did it's share of damage to those who were unweary in the turns.

I meant the "roadchicken"

I got 'er when I was 19, and traded 'er off when I was 22.
[&o]Oh Bro,...you probably do have some idea, as to how much I miss that car. If I remember right, I bought 'er for 35 hun and she only had 32 g miles on 'er. She was like brand new when I got 'er .[:o]Those babies are goin' for about 80g's today. :eek:
As I mentioned in an earlier story, it took five mule deer, doin' 90 mph, to take 'er down. In a way, she won the battle. She may have limped home, but the enemy was totally destroyed. ;)I did get ta drive 'er for about another 6 mo. though. :)She still ran just fine, just looked like she'd been through hell. [&o]

ORIGINAL: blueshark

Don't ya wish ya still had the "Bird"?


Bird?

I thought the bird was the Plymouth Superbird? Like Charger Daytona?

Was yours a Superbird?

Bird = Roadrunner Meep Meep!

:DYa,... "Meep Meep!" That's the sound the horn made, too. :D
There was even a pic of the Road Runner himself, in the center of the horn button. ;)

yup and little "Roadrunners on the fenders with the dust cloud behind em. One of my best friends had a '70 like yours just with a 383, air grabber and all. that was the car we played mailbox baseball in. Lota stories there, LOL. His was blue with the 4 speed and fun as hell to drive. I remember in the winter his dad would make him put studed snow tires on it. The inner wheel wells were full of little holes from him doing burnouts.

Mine was kind of a copper color with black vinal roof. I hated the 3sp sluch box though, went through 3 of them in two years. :D

You can take the anchovies OFF the pizza, ...

When I was in college, the thing to do when you got back to the dorm from doin' the local waterin' holes[sm=alcoholic.gif][sm=partyparty.gif][sm=icon_guiness.gif][sm=icon_cheers.gif](if you went home stag), was to get pizza.

Lotsa times, yours truly did the buyin'. If I gotback ahead of everybody else, Iordered toppin's that everybody liked - IF I wasn't that hungry. And usually I was. Always ate like a champ too. [sm=gobble.gif]But when I was especially hungry, and didn't feel like sharin', I'd order somethin' on the pies that I really love - ANCHOVIES:):):). Some o' the guys didn't know what anchovies were. And it didn't take too long for 'em to figure that out either.;)Cause if you don't like 'em, you hate 'em.[:'(][:'(] A few tried 'em, and even fewer liked 'em. Some of the guys were so tanked, they'd just rip the little fishies right off the pie. If you've ever had anchovies, you know one thing rings true of anchovies...

You can take the anchoviesOFF the pizza, but you can't take 'em OUT of the pizza...

:DSounds like ya went to my school. :D
Anchovies and beer, yum yum! The more I drank, the better they tasted. *HIC*

Anchovies?? .....who needs the pizza?

ORIGINAL: cwb

Okay... This one's a killer.

A couple of years ago, the Raleigh NC city council put up these hideous, slightly-larger-than-life-sized, fiberglass wolves, all over the city. They were purple, green, chartreuse, orange, turquoise, etc. Some had polk-dots [think political correctitude]. Just atrocious. They put 'em right on street corners and pedestrian malls all over town.

I know of two people who will never forget one of 'em.

I was at a red light in Cameron Village shoppin' center - two lanes straight thru' the x-section, I was in the hammer lane. Asub-compact pulled up to my right, with man and wife, I guess, in the front seats. Their german shepherd filled the back seat. It was summer, windows up. The dog was eyein' me when when they pulled up. He didn't see anything he liked, and stuck his head between the front seats to drool a little on the owners. No lovin' or attention up there either. He then looked out the passenger window, and I saw him freeze. The ears went forward and up, to the 5 minutes 'till1 o'clock position (FULL DOG ATTENTION) Then, I saw the hairs on his back stand straight up like they were spring-loaded. He was lookin' at the fiberglass wolf, struck in a 'baying-at-the-full-moon' pose. They never saw it comin'...

Cujo let loose with a howl, that I could hear in my Express 1-ton, AC runnin', windows up, and that almost sent mom and pop through the front windshield.


Yeah... How 'bout that!

Speakin' of dogs -

If ya yawn, and there someone else in the room with ya, and theysee ya yawn, guess what? They HAFTA yawn. Period. It's like it's contagious. Unless they do it first. Then you HAFTA yawn.

But what if Rover over there in the corner sees you yawn... Anyone ever caught Rover doin'the ole' 'monkey see, monkey do' thing - about yawnin'??? It's like it's species-specific phenomenon. I guess. Yikes... What if HE yawns first, and YOU see HIM do it... Do you open the gap too?

Now chew on this cud for a minute or two: Since it might be species-specific, if ya got TWO dogs, and ONE of 'em yawns... THEN WHAT? Does Fido hafta do the same as Rover?

Now let's put the CPU into 'D with the circle'. Who needs differential calculus to stimulate their noggin'? Here's somethin' to stump ya... Rover is over there in the corner, looks around, and does the yawn thing. FLUFFY, sittin' on the back of the couch, just purrin' away, sees ROVER yawn... WHATCHAGONNADO TABBY???

At any rate, you'd better get your camcorder in quarter time - post haste. Cause if you get THAT on tape, you'll be a millionaire in a week!!!

And speakin' of batchelorhood, and domesticity (or lack thereof), here's some entries from my vocabulary:

dust: mostly a noun; recently discovered to be a verb also.

cook: that's what ya call the person that does it.

clean: comparable to 'dust'; always known to be an adjective, recently of the understanding it's also a verb.

...and of course - vacuum: not just the thing in the closet

Last but not least, for you mathmaticians/geometricians/engineers..

angle of repose: the maximum angle attainable by carefully stacking dirty laundry (or garbage) into the corner, such that the heigth (verticality) exceeds the width (base). In theory, cannot equal or exceed 90 degrees. In practice, I think I can get 89.9.

and a tip, for you experimentors:

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I had the same physics experament. Angle of tilt, and weight distrobution through out the mass. Coverage of the base, in relation to height. ( for a stand alone pile) :eek:

Now with a corner in the room, you must take in height of corner walls, and the floor's limit in weight bearing. :D

Need a stock car?

My brother and I were cruisin' home one night, and just happened to be talkin' about buildin' a stock car.
When there, along side the road, was a '64 Galaxy 500 2dr. hardtop. It had caught fire and the whole front end was burt to a crisp. We looked at each other and smiled. Went back to his place, got his trailer, went back, and loaded the ol' Ford up.
3 weeks later, she was on the track. That was my brothers 2nd stock car. My first followed, the next season.I already told ya how I got mine. Kinda the same way. :D

OK I have a good one for you guys!
I lived near the wis. dells back in 90-91 and work as a mechanic at a local truck stop on 90/94 and this state trooper would frequent the place often.
At the time i had a 68 camaro with a 454 dual quads with a 400 turbo and a 10 bolt posi with 2:73`s (dont ask!!)
so im workin 3rd shift and this officer comes in (kind of a car guy) and asks about my camaro tellin me about how his 80 somethin iroc squad car would blow it away etc.. So he says you wanna jump on the interstate and find out??
My reply yeah then i get like 50 tickets right?? He says no im serious we can race to the next off ramp about 4-5 miles up the road!
So i question his motives for about an hour then say sure what the hell.
So we pull onto the interstate runnin about 30-40 at like 4 A.M. he waves me to hit it and i do as did he and for about 1/4 mile he stayed close then i walked away from him like he was in reverse ran it up to 120 then around to 0 so by now hes a spec in the rear view so i start to let off comming up over a hill and 2 state squads 1 on each side of the road waiting as i appex the hill!! ( oh ****) im think that ass!! so knowing im busted i pull off the shoulder and they come and ask me to step out and walk over to their car where they show me the radar reading about 115 mph....
So they say while handcuffing me speeding, wreckless driving ,confiscating the car for auction for certian violations etc.. put me in the back of the car and i see the iroc pull up and im thinkin this A hole set me up!!!!
So he walks up, the one i was raceing and says Man i bet you were pissin yourself when you came over that hill!!! OK let him out and they are all laughin !!! I was still not sure what was goin on!!
So he says i knew i couldnt beat you but now you know i dont need to be faster to catch you LOL
He would stop in where i worked from time to time and say whats up speed racer !!!

http://www.corvetteforums.com/upfiles/smiley/icon_rofl.gifWhat a GREAT story! http://www.corvetteforums.com/upfiles/smiley/icon_rofl.gifIt woke me right up here this mornin'. [/align]Ya,can't out run them radios. http://www.corvetteforums.com/upfiles/smiley/happybounce.gif[/align]

Thanx starship!!
Im 38 now and for what ever reason i have had a ton of really odd encounters with law enforcemnent related to cars!!

Heres another one .
in 96 my wife and i buy a house in this tiny little town in illinois about 8 miles from where we worked, I had a beater 72 nova for a work car then 400 sb headers 2 foot pipes and cherry bombs (real loud) .
So about 2 weeks after moving there i go to leave for work at 6A.M.and my nova is half wheel deep in snow and mud in front of my house so im revin it up forward, backward triing to rock it out no luck!! so after about 15-20 minutes i tell the wife to drive and i will push when along comes the town cop!!?? He says the neighbors called about the noise!! so i explain my situation and he says have her drive you and i will push so he steps behind the DRIVE tire to push and i yell dont go yet to the wife (so i can get him out of the way) and as she raps it up to about 6 grand as she saying what give it more gas?? The officer in fresh uniform for the day is covered I mean head to toe in mud face,belly crotch,legs!!!
My first thought oh my god im gonna get about 100 tickets!! But we did get the car on the road ,So i say uhhhhhh i am so freakin sorry!!
He says with a look of disgust just go to work and get a new exhaust on that thing!!
So about a month later im on nights i wake up late jump in the nova and haul ass about 11:30 at night doin like 50 through town and hit the back road run it up to about 80-90 and then i see the cherries in the rearview, Im thinkin ok here it is payback time!!!
so i pull over and yep same officer he comes up and says hey theres some smoke comming out of your car pop the hood!!?? so i do and we look just a leaky valve cover drippin oil on the header he says uhhh yep i say ??
He replies hey slow down in town there are kids there if you wanna do 100 outside of town i could care less ok later!!!
Turns out hes a gear head with a 70 chevelle So i helped tune his motor and get it runnin better and give him a few old spare chevelle parts i had lying around and he would run up on me in his chevelle when ever i was out in my 69 camaro and ask to head out of town to see who was faster!!!
Great guy and a good friend to this day!!

That's great, and funny too. :DKeep 'em comin'. :)I got to know the locals very well in my younger years. I was on a first name basis withall of them. I'll try to gather my thoughts and come up with a few more "True Stories Of...." our boys in blue. ;)

About 2002 i changed jobs and had a 45 minute drive each way to work and usually worked 12-16 hrs a day so was like a 17-18 hr day so the ride to and from got to be back roads and high speeds after a year or 2.
So 1 afternoon im cruisin this back road at about 75 and i see this 96 or so camaro midnight blue mag wheels and tinted windows commingtowards me haulin ass goin so fast the gravel along the side of the road was blasting up and dust trail behind him.
So i think to myself some kid out blowin out the cob webs thats cool so i leave my cruise control set at 75 then just as i go by the camaro slams on the brakes and within seconds is on my ass??? then i see the tiny red flashing light by the rear view of this car?? huh thatsa cop i think??
So i pull over he walks up and says do you know how fast you were goin back there?? I replie about half as fast as you were and i didnt see a car in front of you that you were chasing?? He looks at me kinda dumb founded walks to his car with my license and comes back about 2 minutes later and says ok im gonna give you a verble warning to slow down then asks me how i knew he was goin so fast??? LOL

When in my early twenties, we used to hold "keggers" out in the woods around town. A favorite spot was on a hill overlooking town, where the high school seniors had paited a big "P". We figured that it stood for "Party". :D
Anyway, we had a good time goin', when we noticed red flashing lights commin'up the dirt road that lead to the "P". Yup, the local Gestopo was on a mission, US.
Now I ain't sayin' they were stupid, but they did lack some judgement on their ability to get us. Thedirt road, thatlead to the party, had deep ditches from water runoff. Ya had to drive on the high spots in order to navigate your way up the hill. Well, they didn't. We saw their head lights bounce about and then the cars (2) stopped, still about a mile away. As some of us left the party, about an hour and a half later, we drove by the cop's cars. The one in front had the right front tire folded up under the wheel well. He wasn't goin' anywhere. The secound car, in tryin' to get turned around, was high centered across the road. A tow truck had showed up and was trying to get the second car out of the way, so they could get to the first car.
We, drivin' 4x4 pickups, just went around them by drivin' off into the woods and then back to the road once we had gotten by the dead cop cars. One cop had to walk about 3 miles back to town to get the tow truck, since there was nobody at the station to answer the radio. They were all out tryin' to bust the party. I don't remember them ever gettin us at on of the parties at the "P". ;)
Ah yes, life in a small town. It was grand. :)

[sm=icon_rofl.gif]That's a good story there, blknblu68! [sm=icon_rofl.gif]* ROFL*

Cardboard Boxes .............[/align][/align]Just down the dirt road from our place, was a farm and ranch equipment repair, and sales business. Theywould save up their big boxes and give 'em to us kids. These suckers were huge, up to 5 feet square.[/align]We'd knock both ends open, lay them on their side, and crawl inside. Now ya crawled against the sides and got them to break down. Instant tank. ;)[/align]We'd crawl over each other and run into all kinds of "schmidt". Trees, fences, lawnmowers, dog dishes, dogs,.......Right next to our house, was a field with stacks of hay about 10 ft. tall, and about 15 ft. square. We'd drag the boxes up to the top, get into our "tanks", follow each other off the stack, and colliding in one pile at the bottom. In the winter, we'd use 'em for sleds. First, we'd pack a hard trail with our feet.Drag the boxes to the top of the hill, and,........ "GO For It"! As fast as any toboggan!We would either go down "Tank" style, or sit on the collapsed box, and ......"Git goin', like 90". :D[/align]

( *pant-pant*...Caughtit before it slipped to page 3, whew.....!)

O.K.,
...this is just a friendly reminder, that we want some more stories. :)


Ya ever bought one of those "el-cheapo" Portable Garages?
Hmmm...:eek:?

I did,.......:D

I had one of the "tarp" type, stretched over a metal tubing frame. ( was on special from "Tool Town" or sumpin' like that ) I came home to find it demolished and my Vette untouched. Apparently, the wind came up, and my wife went to check on the Vette. The whole cover was hovering about a foot and a half off the ground, and startin' to break apart. ( All 6, 12" spikes had pulled right out of the ground. ) She, while holding onto the doorway sides, yellin' for my son across the street, is herself, being picked up off the ground. She likened it to hang gliding. LOL My sonran overto help, and the two of them were able to dismantle it, then just lay it over on it's side, with no damage to the "Starship". Ah sure do love that gal!;)[/align]( My wife's O.K. too! *:D* )[/align][/align]

Good thing that didn't happen here, my wife and daughter only weigh 105 each, they would be para sailing over the ocean by now. PG.

While operating my water truck at a job site......
I drove my truck under alarge pipe that stuck outfrom a large over head water tank. The tank and the parking platform was about 12 feet up from the the street just behind it. A slope of about 20*. I walked around to the passenger side, since that is where the chain was that you would pull on to open up the water valve. While standing there, waiting for my tank to fill, I noticed that my truck started to roll, backwards. I jumped up on the running board on the passenger side to open the door, leap inside and set my air brake. ( I'd forgotten to set it before I had gotten out. )
The door was locked![sm=lockeddance.gif]All I could do was hang on. The truck rolled backwards, down the bank, across the street, and headed for a garage. As the truck was rollin' back toward the garage, I had visions of a Lexus or a Caddy bein' inside, that was about to have some major body mods done by my 24 ton truck.The back of my truck came to within about 2 feet of the garage door, stopped, and then rolled back into the street. I quickly ran around to the other side, got in, and drove the truck back onto the job site. Ipulled back under the water tank, SET MY BRAKE, and proceeded to fill my truck. ( About 1000 gals of water had run all over the place and out into the street during the fiasco. )I thought I had gotten away with it, no need to say anything, since there was no damage done. The foreman came up to me later and said that the backhoe operator had seen the whole thing. Busted! Well, he didn't fire me off the job, but I got a good scolding.[&o]I admit, I had it commin', but it wasn't a big deal compared to the scareI got while riding on the running board, watching that garage getting closer and closer. :D

Hi C3 Starship, that was a close, call glad it had a happy ending. Small world, I can't believe that someone besides me drives a "Water Truck". My truck holds 2,000 gallons and I go to the new developments and wash the streets. One day I pulled up at a fire hydrant to fill it up. A lady with two kids stopped to watch, since there is a gap at the top of the truck and you can see the water going in. 10 minutes later the truck was full and the water splashes out of the tank untill the hydrant is turned off. Well the hydrant broke, you could turn the wrench but the water kept flowing. I told the lady, "This never happened before". I asked her to go home and call the fire dept or the police or somebody.It took 6 hours for the city workers to show up and shut off the main line. During that time every home owner came over and said why don't you shut it off, I said, the wrench is right there, you want to try? To this day, I will not use that hydrant again. PG.

:DDon't ya just hate that feelin' of helplessness. :D
Since the collapseof the housing market, I haven't been running my water truck.Just not enough buisnees to warrant keepin' 'er on the road. [&o]

Here's a pic of my water truck. '76 KW, 350 Cummins, 13 sp Road Ranger, 4700 gal., five sprays, 500 gpm pump. She'll throw a stream 120' from the either of the side sprays. I can drive down my street and water my back yard by shootin' over my house. :DShe can empty'er tank inless than 10min. I can fill 'er in about the same time, if i can find a puddle big enough. ;)She is a self loader/drafter too. The frame and tank are aluminum.
She's an ex CDF fire tanker. :)

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Hi again, that is too cool! I have a sprayer by each wheel to wash the roads and one like you have in the front, but mines in the rear for dust control or to wet the rocks when they build a new road. I'll get a picture next week, PG.

Hi Dave, I promised a picture of my truck so here it is, Pete.

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Hey, that's a neat truck ya got there, Pete! [sm=icon_rock.gif]

That monster of minecan bequite a handfull. Wish I had one like your's sometimes. ;)

Went Gold prospecting a few weeks ago.....

Took a bud up with me, waaaaayyyyyy up this mountain.[/align]We got out and did a little diggin' and a couple of pans. We decided to move on down the canyon and try this stream, after a few other streams had joined. I turned the key,.....click, click, click. So we roll start 'er. She ran just long enough, to get through the stream, to the downhill side. We managed to push 'er about 30 yds and caught major gravity.[/align]Down the mountain we go, bouncin' along while not having P brakes or P steering. I couldn't resist a little ole mountain boy "Yeeee,....Hawww" LOL.....I swear we went "air borne", at least twice.[/align]We made it about3 miles and came to a hill we couldn't make over. We were only about maybe 50 yds from the next drop. [/align]A guy in a Dodge diesel came by, and asked if he could help. He had a chain and we hooked up. Took us to the next rise and cut us loose. Ha-Ha,.....off again. Now it's gettin' to be fun. LOL[/align]My buddy's yellin',"No Brakes,....NO BRAKES!!!" I hollered, "Yes, I have brakes and I'm usin' third for a compression brake, when I need it". He says, "No, no brakes, or we won't reach the next rise!" [/align]I couldn't help, had toLOL. LOL[/align]The last time the Dodge dropped us off, after pullin' and droppin' us off three times before, we were still about 4 miles from cell phone service. It was a paved road and withlots of down. We rolled off and picked up to about 40. Up ahead, Frenchman Dam. We rolled around a turn, and across the dam. On the other side was a stop sign. Road is clear, run the stop sign. Make a left turn, and hang on, 'cause its about 3 1/2 miles of Vette road. One twisty Mo-Fo. At the bottom, we went past the camp ground at around 55. We coasted down about another 1/2 mile. [/align]A cop gave us a lift to a little town about 3 miles away. We are only about 2 miles from where I grew up, so I'm in now way lost, or ever was, durin' this whole trip.[/align]We start hitchin' and walkin'. Got about a 1/4 mile and this car pulls over. A young girl, prob early 20's, leans over an says, "the dog in the back likes to eat people. I have a knife and my boyfriend and I are serial killers." I said, "So, does that mean I can, or can't, keep my guns?" She laughed and told us to get in. [/align]She took us all the way to my Bud's house. We picked up a fresh bat and went back to my truck. Put in the bat and she fired right up. (fried alternator) I said, "I'm closer to home than your place, I'll bring the bat by later." Hopped in and drove home. [/align]"Honey,.......I'm back,......guess what,........."[/align]The dog was good dog. The boyfriend was cool enough, and the little girl behind the wheel?[/align]"Cuter'n a Bugs Ear", as the sayin' goes. Funny too. But,.......TOO dang close to my G-daughter's age,.......sigh......If I was,.... say,....24? I still wouldn't have made it home.LOL[/align][/align]Really, I had a great time. Got some good exercise pushin' the truck. Truck? Oh ya, it was Big Red, the '86 Ford3/4 ton, 460, 4x4 and a 4 w/granny, long bed. They don't come much heavier than "Big Red". [/align]56 hun lb's, I believe.[/align]Got some fresh mountain air, drank spring water, and even got to put my knee in the mud to getthe drink.[/align]Got my feet wet, and went on a roller coaster ride. LOL[/align]Hey, life don't get no better, eh? [/align][/align]Next time, I would hope to do some prospectin' too.LOL[/align]