Shark of the Month October 13
Join Date: Nov 2011
Location: Was northern Maine, now gulf coast of Florida
Wow, now that's some shit there! The only thing you missed was you didn't squash the family dog on the way down.
Don't swet it, we've all got dumbass vehicle related stories to tell. Mine is that when I was about 17, my cousin was headed to work one day in his 1961 bubbletop Impala, when someone pulled out in front of him and my cousin T-bone'd him before getting stopped. The damage to his car was all front end sheet metal, plus the radiator.
At that time it was just a nine year old used car, so he bought it off the insurance company for $100 and sold it to me. Me and my dad spent countless hours scrounging junkyards and finally found a whole new front clip that was in great shape with only a football sized dent in the left fender. We must have had a 200 man hours into doing everything that had to be done to get the whole car ready for paint, including a lot of bodywork on that left front fender.
The car had been up on jackstands for 3-4 months and the day came when I finally was bolting the wheels/tires back on to take it to the body shop to be painted the next a.m. My dad's last words to me that evening were to "take it directly to the body shop, don't go riding around". Ya right ....this was my first ever car and I had given up all my spare time to get it on the road.
The next day my two best buds and I took her out for a test ride before taking it to the bodyshop. Of course I had to hit the highway to see how she ran at speed. About 4 miles up the highway doing 75 or so mph, there was this sudden horrifying noise and the car jerked to the left. There was lots of smoke and burnt rubber smell. I finally got it to the shoulder and got out to see just WTF had happened. Well, when I had installed the left front wheel/tire I didn't have the wheel properly centered on the wheel studs when I tightened the lug nuts. So after having driven about 20 miles the nuts totally backed off (and fell off) and the tire came off the wheel and pretty much wiped out the whole left front quarter. The tire caught the rear portion of the fender and curled it up just like you would the cover of a sardine can. Then it proceeded to get jammed up against the top of the fender right over the wheel well and created about a 3" high 'bubble' on the top of the fender that was the shape of the tire. The tire was so jammed up into the top of the fender that we couldn't extract it, so the final insult was that I had to call a tow truck to get the car home.
My dad got home from work and came into the house after walking by the car in the driveway. To say that he was a little PO'd would be the understatement of the decade! Needless to say I had to fix all of the resulting damage without any help from him and it delayed my foray into the world of having "wheels", dating, and back seat sex by at least another two months!
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming “Wow! What a Ride!” - HST
Last edited by Uncle Fuzzy; 12-01-2012 at 04:51 PM.