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Gary C Prowler Junkie Posts: 12017 |
posted 04-06-2001 09:40 AM
If anyone can remember, what is your funniest story in the first or second year when you got your drivers license? |
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cwatsonjr unregistered Posts: 12017 |
posted 04-06-2001 09:48 AM
My funniest story didn't come until my 8th year - in my '84 Dodge Daytona Turbo ------------------ |
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Gary C Prowler Junkie Posts: 12017 |
posted 04-06-2001 09:49 AM
My was when my Dad busted me hauling @$$ to meet some friends of mind. I had my license for 2 days. I saw this strange car catching me and I started to race it down this huge hill in Indy. I was going over 100 mph. At the stop sign this strange car pulled up to me and the window rolled down and it was my dad. He told me to park the car, get in his car, went home and put on my grubbies. He took me to our Cadillac Dealership and started my first job as a Janitor at the Dealership. Lasted 4 weekends. I really hate cleaning bathrooms now. What is yours? |
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Gary C Prowler Junkie Posts: 12017 |
posted 04-06-2001 09:50 AM
Lets hear it, Mr. Watson. |
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NightProwler Prowler Junkie Posts: 426 |
posted 04-06-2001 01:29 PM
Driving a mint condition bright yellow Buick Electra 225 convertible with the top down when I was 17, my buddy and I were doing about 1 mph rolling to a stop at a stop light at a busy intersection on a sunny day coming back from the beach. 2 gorgeous female 17 year old girls were in the car next to us on my left hand side. We glanced over at them giving them the eye. My buddy and I thought we were pretty cool and this could be the start of something. The girls glance back and smile. All of the sudden I hear this loud POP and this red liquid stuff splashes all over the passenger side of their car and bounced onto my face and shoulders, my friend's face and all over this Buick Electra. This red stuff was everywhere. I then smelled this red paste and leaned my head out the door looking at my front tire. My left front tire rolled over a can of tomato soup. The girls started laughing out loud and didn't stop! I just lowered my head, wiped the tomato soup off my sunglasses without taking my sunglasses off, locked my teeth to keep from laughing, turned up the radio and looked straight forward. I didn't ask for their phone numbers.
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cwatsonjr unregistered Posts: 426 |
posted 04-06-2001 02:08 PM
I was on a date (she later married me - even after this) and we decided to go to the beach at night (to look at the stars of course). There is this one highway that cuts through the Santa Monica mountains called Kanan Dume Road. It is curvy and hilly and fun. Well, my speedo only went up to 85 on my Daytona so I don't know how fast I was going. I was just about to the end of the road where it meets Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) when I see waaaaaaaaaaaaay back there a CHP with his lights going. I pull over (I am on PCH now)and he comes up to me and asks me where the fire is... I promptly explain that I was sorry and that I didn't mean to go so fast - he couldn't clock me because he couldn't catch me until I stopped. It seems he passed me going the other way just at the top of the mountain and it took him that long to catch me. He wasn't very happy and started to pull his book out when I heard this loud POP and he ducked. I told my date to duck and I ducked and said what the heck was that... he looked at me and I knew immediately... EGG. He looked up and there was a party going on at the top of the hill (the house overlooked PCH) and they were throwing eggs at the officer. I told him to get in his car before he got hit and I promised to drive slower... He said okay and we parted company. I did receive a permanent reminder of this story however - one of the eggs hit my roof, dented it and fractured the paint. I don't know how funny it is but that is my story. ------------------ This message has been edited by cwatsonjr on 04-06-2001 at 02:11 PM |
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NITEMAN Prowler Junkie Posts: 288 |
posted 04-11-2001 04:12 PM
Great story Gary. Here is mine. I had just turned 18 and bought a used 1969 Dodge Dart GTS that came with a 383. It had 335 horsepower, a Hurst four speed and 323 gears. It was pretty bad. Well, word got around town and soon a guy with a 351 Mustang Mach-One was looking for me. Late one Saturday night we see each other and end up at the same stop light right beside eachother. We both start revving our engines and lurching forward waiting for the light to change. Right before the light turned green as I inched forward my left front tire must have run over a nail and I could feel it going flat. The light changed, the Mustang took off and I limped into the median to change my flat tire. EMBARRASSING! Of course the news spread like wildfire and it took me a while to live that down. However, after weeks of searching for that Stang I finally caught up to him again and lets just say he was "doorless" after that. ------------------ |
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PROWLEN Prowler Junkie Posts: 321 |
posted 04-12-2001 02:30 PM
I borrowed my brother jacked up '63 Impala and was rodding around. It was kind of bouncy with Gabriel Hi-Jackers pumped up. I went over a cross street with a big dip too fast and CRASH! I hear all this glass breaking! I pull over and pop the trunk open. Wow! Look at all the beer and broken bottles! I was shocked! My brother was so straight.... Not! (-: But one of the funniest things that happened with my first car was.. I picked up this bubbly blonde in my '64 Falcon convertible on a Saturday night after midnight cruising the "gut". She agrees to go out to Frenchmans Bar, 10 miles out of town on the Lower River road. A lovers hang out on the river. Things are going great, thinking I am going to get real lucky! I might note here that it was a fad to paint your under carriage white. My car was jacked up a little and I had the cleanest, glossy white rearend in town. I would even crawl under my car before a date and wipe it down. By now its after 1:00am and we come to the end of the road at Frenchmans. Nice and dark and secluded. No one around for miles... I am excited!... Just need to turn around for an easy exit and a view. By the way. Frenchmans Bar is a secluded farm. I back it up and drop down a little.... What the heck! I am stuck! I look out my door and gun it forward and reverse. My car sinks deeper! It is now up to the frame! Mud? Nope! Cow **** ! Holy crap! Honey, I think we have a small problem... She gets out and sinks too... We started walking toward town. Two couples in a sedan offer us a ride to town after walking about a mile. We greatfully get in... Then we hear, ewe.... you guys Stink! I get towed out later by a buddy and get home about 4:00am. I didn't get lucky and never saw her again.. My glossy white rear end cleaned up ok, but days later huge clumps of cow manuer fell out from the rear fender wells in my driveway as a reminder. Yuk! Adding insult to injury! Think someone was trying to tell me something? Something I will never forget... John... (-: ------------------ PROWLEN.... John (-: |
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GPS John Prowler Junkie Posts: 617 |
posted 04-13-2001 12:26 AM
Thanks John (Prowlen)! I can't stop laughing!  GREAT story!------------------ |
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