Give me your funny driving stories

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:D I live in Hamilton Ontario,and one of the beautiful geographic features of the area is the 500ft.high escarpment. We have lots of winding, switch-back roads in the city and all along the 450 mile long escarpment. In the city there is one in paticularly long access road that runs on an angle up the face of the escarpment that is about 1 mile long. you can really let'er go up this hill in relative safety(ie. cops have no where for a speed trap), but at the top there is a sharp curve that you can take at about 50-55mphs if you really push it. Unfortuneately the speed limit at the top is only 30mph. I'm in the Malibu on this lovely summer day in light traffic, and this gal in a Pontiac Sunbird Turbo cuts me off. I change lanes twice and she keeps jumping in the lane and cutting me off. After this occurs 3-4 times I've had enough, so quick lane change and past her I go. By this time we are heading up this long road I told you about, and young gal in said Turbo tries to pass me on the right. I'm, not feeling very kind with her by this time so I let the Malibu stretch out the 427 a bit and blow her off. We were about 3/4 up the access and I'm hitting about 110 thinking to myself you need your license dummy so I back off, and Turbo girl goes past me doing maybe 70 hits the turn at the top almost loses it. Imagine her suprise when the radar cop steps out and nails her for doing 57 in a 30. I later spoke to the cop knowing him from work, and he said she was ranting about the ****in jerk that kept trying to race her up the hill in the green Malibu.
 
Okay;

I was driving home one day in college and I was in a little residential neighborhood where our dorm was. I stop at a stop sign and this little Hyundai comes up and stops behind me, but to my left, basically. So we go straight and we start going down the street. The turn off to the dorm is to the left, and that's what side of the road this Hyundai is occupying. So I signal left and being pulling left just to scare the crap out of him. He almost hits me, then takes off.

I knew the Cressida had more power than the Hyundai (by the way, it was a young girl with vanity tags that said 'PRINCES' or something of the like) so I chased her for quite a while flashing my lights and honking. Scared the hell out of her...guess I had nothing better to do. Was funny though :D
 
My favorite road story is the only time I actually totaled a car. Friend of mine lent me his Volvo sedan ('89 or so) which was in great condition. At the time I lived in Texas but I came up to Colorado for some sort of trip. North of Grand Junction is basically no-man's land, and there's a bunch of two-lane streets where passing on the wrong side is "encouraged."

Anyway, I wasn't paying attention and I was driving along in the Volvo and I saw a local with Routt County plates on his truck coming up in my mirror. He gets on my left to pass, and he pushes it. So, naturally, being the fella I am, I push it. So he backs off and gets back right. I don't slow down, instead he speeds up to do it again. So I speed up again, to a bit over eighty. So he settles back behind me, and I start slowing down again to just over the limit. His last passing attempt was no good. An RV was coming and the truck, heading right for it, swerves left, misses the RV (which didn't swerve at all) and slides around for a few seconds before sideswiping the Volvo - hard. State trooper said, "We call that RECKLESS DRIVING." Simple. I broke a bone or two in that one.
 
I used to blow the doors off my friends cars on the way home from school in my dad's Ford Wagon. I would daily pull up on my friend who drove a 1980 Z28. The eight of us in the wagon would wave, then I would pull away.
Eventually, my friends cornered my in Auto Shop and demanded to know what was under the hood of the old wagon, (with the fake wood sides, roof rack and HUGE single exhaust.)
So, I pulled the wagon into the shop and popped the hood to a collective gasp from the crowd. The big blue air cleaner stared out at us with the now famous, or should I say infamous markings...







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:D It was hard for me to get any takers after that day. :D
 
I've just GOT to tell this one:

I'm always the first to insult Hondafolk, and for a damn good reason. Today I was driving on some decent-sized street here in town about ten over the speed limit. The light about two-hundred fifty yards ahead of me is red; long enough that the guy makes his left turn once the light turns red.

All of a sudden a bluish '93 or '94 Honda Accord comes flying by me doing at least sixty-five but probably edging close to eighty. The light that has been red for four or so seconds is up ahead; he taps his brakes so the lights go on, then he hits it and flys straight through the light. Vroom.

I caught up to him at the next light after he had zipped by several cars in the turn lane up ahead. Want bad driving? Look for Hondas!
 
:D I usually get to see the end results of these mental midgets "driving skills", I suppose its these people that think driving fast and blowing a red equals really good driving skills. Hopefully they don't kill someone else but themselves. On a more cheerful note, they keep me in a job but I hope not at the expense of a loved one!!
 
Yeah. I've been fortunate to only have been in a couple of car accidents in my life; none really life-threatening. What do you think about all these big SUV's? Personally, I just bought an old GMC Suburban, but I really needed it (I'm not some woman in the 'burbs with three kids and a cell phone). Do you think they're scary for our roads?
 
when i was in university we used to go out and pissed on a regular basis. i had borrowed my sisters 79 toyota corolla for a few weeks. we went out one night and came back to the uni campus in the early hours of the next morning. it was raining really heavily that night so i thought id skip the road and went through a field next to the campus.

the poor little corolla was spinning and fishtailing for about half a mile before we reached the campus and passed out in our dorm rooms. in the morning i was woken up by a leceturer knocking on the door. i was taken downstairs and down to the beautiful green field next to the campus, which i then found out was campus property.

there were these 2 brown 5 inch deep tracks carved into the grass and i was in deep dog bog. had to pay a certain amount back to the campus for fixing the damage i caused.

looking at the marks that morning i realised i must have been pretty drunk because the marks went in nearly every direction. not just a straight line but they were leading everywhere. at one point i nearly rejoined the road :lol:.

we always had a designated sober driver after that episode.
 
ok on Sunday I went to a All British Day car show found this great parking spot very close as I took the van I reversed in so as to make it easy to get out

Well when I drove in the front wheel just got over the curb and there was about a 4" drop on the other side of the curb I got out the back off the van was right up against the fence

all fine till i went to leave do you think I get gety up over the curb to get on the road ...no way I coudnt reverse to get a run up as the back is hard up against the fence ...IM stuck and had to get a tow to get out

Just one of those real stupid situations it would have happen to any vehicle in a simiar situation it was just that the van is a bit longer than a normal car talk about being embarassing
 
I actually got two. I was driving home from work one night going down the local freeway, and as the road gets more and more south, there are stop lights at all the major intersections. Well at this timeit was about 9:30pm, I am pulling up to the last stoplight on the freeway, and I am in my '65 chevelle (283 with a powerglide) 4-door Malibu. I am sitting in the right lane, at the line and this late 80's Corvette pulls up next to me. I think nothing of it. All of a sudden I hear honking, I look over and it's these two teenagers wearing their hats backwards, and thinking they're really cool. They give me the signal to roll down my window, so I do. the kid on the passenger side says to me "Hey lets drag." I tell him that no thanks, my car is slow and they would beat me anyway. They start egging me on and on, and I see the lights turn yellow on the crossroad, so I look back and say allright, and right then I see the driver put it in first. I thought "a manual?" So I look forward and wait for our light, and when it turns green, I floor it, nothing special, I just went. The kid in the vette, dumps the clutch, and the vette spins the tires and dies in the intersection, I was long gone, I looked in my rearview, and saw them pull off on a road. So now I can tell people whooped up a vette with my stock, rusty, 4-door chevelle.
 
My other one, happens to be at the same stop light, around the same time of night, only I was on my way home from my dads, and I was in the left lane. I was driving my Toyota Corolla Wagon, earlier in the week the exhaust rusted apart and I drove over something sticking out of the ground, and it tore everything off from the engine back. That sucked. Well now the car sounds like a low flying Cessna. I pull up to this light in the left lane, and this tricked out Honda Accord wagon pulls up next to me in the right lane, there is a guy driving that is about as old as I was, and just screwing around I drop the Yota into neutral, and rev it up. He is amused, and revs up his honda, then he gives me this signal to drag, I nod to him, he starts reving up again because the light is going to turn green, but a bunch of cars start coming up from behind, and I feel reluctant to drag because cops love this stretch of road for some reason, and I also know I am going to lose to a V-6 , and since my exhaust is nonexistant, I decide to go slow so it's not too loud. The light turns, and he floors it and just lights up the front tires, (lots of smoke) and just takes off like a bat outta hell, and just as I cross the intersection, a county cop flys down the shoulder and hauls after the accord and pulls him over. I felt bad for the guy but thats the price you pay to have fun.
 
Originally posted by M5Power
Yeah. I've been fortunate to only have been in a couple of car accidents in my life; none really life-threatening. What do you think about all these big SUV's? Personally, I just bought an old GMC Suburban, but I really needed it (I'm not some woman in the 'burbs with three kids and a cell phone). Do you think they're scary for our roads?

Hey M5 you drive what you like. Or what you need. I see what your saying about 'burbs though. SUV's are pretty imposing when your in front of one and he's right on your a**. The only safety problem that I have found is the high center of gravity tends to get drivers that are inexperienced into trouble ie. rollovers. Drive them like you're in the worst car you've ever owned and you'll learn to respect them. Up here in Canada we get the 'burb drivers who are totally oblivious to others on the road also. Til we get our first big snow fall then it seems like every SUV and 4x4 head for the nearest ditch/pole/tree. Most people never learn to drive them properly. Take the time to find out how it will handle on ice/snow/mud then try to apply it to everyday driving. :D
 
:D Doesn't it make you feel good inside when you finally get just old enough to listen to that little voice of experience that tells you to do the smart thing and hold off just this once!? Some of us learn sooner than others. Apparently the Honda guy hears things but its the wrong things. Don't feel bad though maybe he'll be a bit more careful of where and who he messes with!! As corny as it sounds he might actually learn his lesson. If not a least it wasn't you!!
 
Originally posted by Gil
I used to blow the doors off my friends cars on the way home from school in my dad's Ford Wagon. I would daily pull up on my friend who drove a 1980 Z28. The eight of us in the wagon would wave, then I would pull away.
Eventually, my friends cornered my in Auto Shop and demanded to know what was under the hood of the old wagon, (with the fake wood sides, roof rack and HUGE single exhaust.)
So, I pulled the wagon into the shop and popped the hood to a collective gasp from the crowd. The big blue air cleaner stared out at us with the now famous, or should I say infamous markings...







429-SCJ-4v
:D It was hard for me to get any takers after that day. :D

Hey Gil long time no talk. What would you give to have a real 429 today. Maybe drop it in a mid 90's Mustang?! Or better still one of those late 70's Futura wagons. There is nothing like a sleeper to stir the blood.To bad you showed your schoolmates what lurked under the hood of the Dadmobile, you'd probably be some kind of legend at your H.S. :P
 
it may not me funny, but it kinda is..in a way

ok so me n my mom were lookin for some fun so we stopped by a used car dealer n picked up a '96 Eclipse (man that ting was fun :D and loud) it was all suped up and everything. so we pullup to this red light witht the top down and this guy in a caddy challeges us. I go "BRING IT!" and my mom revvs the engine (VROOOM VROOOM). we Smoke the friggin caddy 😈


i also saw the lamest excuse for a civic type :r: ever...type :r: sticker and a vtec sticker...we challeged that too and smoked it 😈
 
Originally posted by Mad Medic


Hey Gil long time no talk. What would you give to have a real 429 today. Maybe drop it in a mid 90's Mustang?! Or better still one of those late 70's Futura wagons. There is nothing like a sleeper to stir the blood.To bad you showed your schoolmates what lurked under the hood of the Dadmobile, you'd probably be some kind of legend at your H.S. :P

It has been a while, Plus the SuperWagon was pristine. It looked like pops had just driven it off the lot, and it was 10 years old at the time. I really miss that monster.
AS for your suggestion, You and I both know, we could get in more trouble than our wives would tolerate with a 429 Mustang or, better yet, a Big-Block Falcon. The only thing it wouldn't be able to pass would be a Conoco station. :D
I remember the day one of my friends put a Vega wagon on the street with a 350 in it. It was fast as all get out, but, he kept blowing up differentials... too cheep to spring for the 12-bolt.
 

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