spunbearing

Reading about Scotty's accident sparked a memory. Does anyone have any funny accident stories? Here's mine.
About 5 years ago I was driving a dodge gasser with a utility bed. I had my dog with me at work that day and it was the end of the day. I put the dog in the truck and hopped in and tried to start the truck and nothing happened so I put the truck in neutral and tried again. Nothing. So I popped the hood and used a screwdriver to bypass the relay and it fired up and was running fast because the choke was set. As soon as I slammed the hood closed the truck jumped into gear and took off. So here I am looking at my dog through the window desperatly trying to open the door and for some reason couldn't get it open. So I tried reaching though the window but it wasn't open quite far enough. The truck is building up speed and as a last ditch effort I jumped in front of the truck and tried to hold it back but we were getting dangerously close to a parked mitsubishi so I had to jump back and watch my truck smash into and climb halfway on top of this mitsu. I couldn't find the owner and nobody saw the accident amazingly. After 20 minutes of knocking on doors I gave up and left my business card. The lady called me up and was relieved when I told her yes maam I smashed your car. lol
She had just gotten the car out of the body shop 3 days before because of a hit and run. Now comes the funny part.... try explaining to your insurance company that you were not in the vehicle at the time of the accident but your dog was. So yep it's in the report my dog was driving the runaway vehicle. They all got a good laugh at my expense. BTW the dog was fine just a little shaken.

G1625S

Ha ha! That's a good one

Well, I once worked for a mobile lube/oil change company out west. As it turns out, I had gotten myself in a little trouble with the law and had just secured the services of a local lawyer for my upcoming court date. Naturally, being poor, I traded my services as the oil change guy/half fast mechanic for my lawyers' apeparance with me in court. Sooo, after a long day of oil changes she calls me and says her car is due, so I run over there to do it---it was my 22nd change in 13 hours! The car was a 97 sabb 5spd. I whipped off the change in no time and, in a hurry, reached in the window to start it to circulate the fresh oil. I even wiggled the shifter, but the top loader was so loose, it FELT like it was in neutral Well, it fired right up in first gear (hello, neutral/clutch safety SABB?) In a panic, hanging out the window, I tried the shifter, but I couldn't pop it out of gear, park brake was already on and I was too dumb to grab for the key Over the curb and through the side of my lawyers building went the happy little Sabb with unhappy little greg hanging out the window. Nobody was hurt, thankfully, unless you count the tattered remains of my pride The copy machine on the other side of the wall most likely never played the piano again...At least I had a good ''so there I was...'' story for the local watering hole that night

Redleg

After high school, I worked for a larger oil change company for a while. Came to work a couple times with cars half through the bay doors.

Scotty

Driving down a parkway here years ago and under the influence, I swerved up onto the boulevard with my 62 Impala. Then I came back down onto the road and my buddies in the car said; "If your gonna go up there ya might as well take down a few shrubs." LOL
I had no intention of hitting any shrubs and I went back up on the boulevard. The grass was a bit slick and the back of the car slid into the shrubs. I tried to correct it and over corrected, swung the car around and mowed down 7 trees! Whoops. But now I cannot control the car as I broke something in the front end. I finally got the car back down on the road with steam billowing from the radiator, branches stuck all over the car and then...the cops right behind me. uh oh.

The one cop comes up to my window and asked what I was doing and what they saw looked very deliberate. I told them I had no intentions of hitting the trees but we talked about hitting the shrubs. Whoops.
So heres three 18 yr old kids trying to convince these cops that we did not want to hit the trees. I even told then my buddies wanted me to hit the shrubs but that did not make this easier. LOL

Now I am looking at the front of the car with the cops and I see that my right front wheel is pointing outward and we all agreed that that must've caused the out of control driving.

"Yeah....YEAH THATS IT."

I am sitting in the cop car and they ask me if I had anything to drink. I say yeah, 3 beers but I think it was the pot that got me. Not good. They both turned around and said; "What did you say."

I said; "It must've been the pothole that got me." "Yeah YEAH thats it."

I got a ticket for driving without due care and attention and they radio'd for a cab.
While I am in the back seat of the cop car I tell them I have to ask them something.

So I ask them how come the back seats are so small.

Thats when they told be I was sitting on ther brief cases.
I guess the pot hole story was not gonna work now but I started laughing so much they just wanted me out of the car.

About 2 wks later I get a call from my buddy I bought the car from. He asked me if I knew anything about the German fern trees his insurance company was paying for. Whoops. I forgot all about the fact that on that night I still had his plates on the car. Way back then, all we had was plate insurance.

Next story. A group of us were driving from party to party in a convoy of old beater cars.
Brent tells us he knows where the next party is and we should follow him.
Its icy out and we were all sliding the cars on purpose and rally driving. Brent comes up onto an intersection, puts his signal light on to turn left, does a couple of 360's, goes up onto a lawn and right into the living room of a house! We all park, run up to see if anyone is in the house and if Brent and his passengers are ok. Lights are going on in the house and everyone was in bed at the other end of the house. But good ole Brent rolls his window down, hangs his head out the window and yells; I'll have a Big Mac and some Fries!" The owner of the house started laughing, so did we and Brent lost his drivers for two years for dangerous driving. Even the judge had a good laugh after he confirmed nobody was hurt.

redneckonthenet

Had an 85 escort wagon with some friends in it, we were driven through snow banks when POW-BANG-BOOM ***! Fire hydrant! The end of that car. Fire hydrants aint cheep!

signature600

OK Scotty, I just comented on the WLY RYD thread, now this...I thought my Dad had some crazy antics in his younger days...twern't nothin'.

The only one I've god is of my and my two friends in my old Chevy (93 1500 Ext. Cab, 350 AT). We turned on this road around here that has a big hill at a RR crossing. I nailed it, then let off, one of them yelled "GO FOR IT!!" I yelled at the other one "Want too?" All I heard was the sound of him putting his hand over the top of his Icehouse tallboy, so I hammered it...1/4 mi later we hit it doing 85+, went airborn for ~20', then landed on a small country road. I did my best to keep it between the trees and mailboxes, but was still all over the road. We were just down the road from my friends (the one with the beer) house, so we stop in so he can grab a few things.

The first thing I notice is that the whole back seat is COVERED in beer, stinks. Then we get out, tailgate is hanging off by the cables, all my hitch-pins are gone (they were in a box in the back I built in the back corner of the bed), I'm missing a hubcap, and the truck smells "funny!?"

We go on down the road on the way to our destination, the other friends house, and I notice the TRANNY IS STUCK IN SECOND GEAR, won't shift out. I pull over and crawl under to make sure I didn't rip the pan off or anything, which I didn't, so HAMMER DOWN. Did you know that a Chevy with a 350/AT/3.42 gears will run 75mph in second?

The next morning, I just happen to get into the passenger side of the truck to get my coat out of the back, and I kinda fall towards the center when I sit down. My passenger from the night before was a pretty "big" guy...5'7", 375 lbs of FAT, not Muscle, FAT. HE BENT MY SEAT!!

I've never laughed so hard in my life. BTW, the tranny fixed itself overnight, ran fine the next day.

Chris

Scotty

My brother left me his 71 Bel Air while he went to Europe.
First day I had it I asked my buddy Perry if he wants to go tear up the streets.

Lasted about 3 minutes. I was driving out towards a country road where we would shoot gophers and drink beer. I came around this corner, stomped the gas pedal to catch come air over the railway tracks and the rail crew had been doing some work on the tracks and the road was excavated away from the tracks. UH OH. BANG, we hit the tracks at 70 mph, deflected the front skyward, side glass on both sides blew out when we hit the road the first time and I saw the hood, roof and doors buckle. Engine light on, dust everywhere and then we hit the second time. We had to climb where the windows once where.
Literally broke the car in half. Exhaust manifolds snapped off, trans was broke of the engine, car totalled.

The cops asked me what speed was I travelling..."The speed limit"

One night we decided to do some Dukes of Hazzards. We called it Dukin'. I had an old 74 Interceptor cop car. We decided to head toward the lake as fast as we can, hit the 12 ft high snow bank at the ' T ' and launch out onto the lake.
With football pads and helmets on, five of us pile in and stop by the bar to tell folks..."Watch this, we're dukin'."

Went up to the top of the hill and turned around...that was 7 blocks from the snow bank that was plowed there. Rock solid ramp.

We got up to 80 mph, and as we went through the last intersection, the cops were coming down the hill to our left. We all said...UH OH. Then we hit the snow bank, and we were air born for a very long time. Long enough for us all to say a few things and see the stars in the sky! I kept the gas pedal floored. When we hit the ice [3ft thick, and almost as thick as our heads], we broke through the ice and water came up all around us but we bounced out and kept going! The car was not running real good so all I could do is get back up on shore.
Cops are there, lights on. We get out, car dies and the cops cannot believe their eyes. Five guys dressed in football gear. LOL they told us to park the car and grow up. The car wasn't going anywhere. The engine bay was packed with slush and ice.

I did stuff like this almost everytime I left the house. The stories go on and on.

When I speak at functions about drugs and alcohol, I always get one question the most and that is; "What is the craziest thing you ever did?" I never tell these stories and I don't tell one as an answer to this question. I answer it like this..."The craziest thing I ever did was take another drink." Not what they wanted to hear but what they needed to hear.

I have met with John Schneider on a few occasions when I do strength demos at World of Wheels shows. I told him that story and he cringed and told me that was always his biggest worry was kids out imitating him and getting hurt.

John, George Barris and myself always had coffee and dinner together on those tours.

Anyone on here remember George Barris?

Scotty

torquefan

George Barris- was that the guy who built the batmobile??

spunbearing

Barris is a legend. Great stories! Now I don't feel so bad. lol There was a joke about the black box in the vehicles in the south. The last thing recorded on 75% of the voice recorders is " hold my beer and watch this" haha

BigBlue

Scotty, just how many cars have you gone through? And I thought I did some stupid things. Yall are plain nuts.

Scotty

Yes! The green Hornet, The Car, The Beverly Hillbillies car and hundreds of others.
He is one great guy to hang out with. John Schneider is a real down to earth guy too. I would just start laughing when he would be going out for his gig in his old Dukes clothes.
HAHAH

Scotty

From my first tricycle til now...if I told you, you would not believe me.

I wrecked nine cars in one month and a total of 23 in that year. Including a Bobcat skid steer and something I thought could never be wrecked...a Terex twin engine earth mover.

Quitting the booze and drugs saved more then just my carcass.

I did not have the name Psychotty Scotty for nothing.

JKM

I wrecked nine cars in one month and a total of 23 in that year. Including a Bobcat skid steer and something I thought could never be wrecked...a Terex twin engine earth mover.

I gotta know the story behind this?

and for those as unfortunate as myself , just exactly how big are you?

Scotty

The cars were basic daredevil driving.

The skid steer was in basement that was partly dug out and I got it started and then had it spinning and dipping til it flipped over, gas leaked out and well, it started burning.

Many years later I met up with that owner telling a story how his skid steer was flipped and burned and nobody could figure out how. Enough time had passed that enlightening him was a good laugh for us both.

The Terex was in the center median of a highway between the city and the lake. We pulled in beside it to check it out. Of course I had to see if it would start up...I loved the sound of an engine.

Got it fired up, got it moving, turned it around and dropped the scraper going over the highway and then kept going thru the dark. I was not aware of the farmers dugout and how deep it was until I plunged into it. I got it half way out the other side and then a very eerie sound was coming from it and I bailed. The front steering and cab was now seperated from the rest of the rig.

I'm a wee lad. 5' 11" 308 pounds. A bit of body fat, mostly muscle for strongman competitions.

Crimedog

Scotty, I get the idea your fingers must be getting pretty tired because of this thread