Unusual Things You have Done ONE Time Only

that reminds me...

Chauffeured artist Peter Max around one night in a Bentley Arnage T. Drove all around San Jose looking for a place that served tofu and never found it. He was a grumpy ass. Took him to the Fairmont, and then picked him up the next day and ended up on TV as the "driver" who delivered Peter Max back to his art studio.

 

Not to be confused with a 1980 Scout Terra pick up. Every time it snows, I wish that I could finally get mine road worthy.

 

I had a part time job when I was in school. I was put in charge of the lot and cars at a Ford dealer. The very same year they had finally mastered the gear box on a 5spd 5.0 mustang (LX and GT), Probe GT Turbo, the V8 Thunderbird made its debut, Thunderbird SC and the always favorite Taurus SHO (Super High Output for those that never knew what it meant).

I hired my best friend to work with me and we just had a blast. Right off the truck with cosmolene still on the paint and plastic on the rims, we'd rip up the highway, go to our friend's house about 6 miles down. The front of his house all summer was tons of tire marks and rubber pellets.


A friend of mine had to clean out his grandparents house after they passed. So he called me and another guy (we were all best friends). He had this old crappy chevy van that we used to beat to high hell. This thing burnt so much oil that when we would change the oil on our cars, we would all give him the used oil to use in the van.

So we load up the van with a few boxes of dishes and old stuff to throw out. This is a cargo van, so two front seats only and there are three of us. So my buddy is driving his van and we're in the back. Turns out my buddy who said he knew where to go had no plans to visit a dump or a transfer yard. He drove down to some run down neighborhoods in Central NJ (I aint saying where!). He stops, goes to the back and opens the doors. Tells us that hes going to drive and just throw the stuff out bit by bit. We end up throwing out the plateware dish by dish, bowl by bowl. Seeing who could get the best distances off of bridges, underneath overpasses. The last trip we loaded the back to capacity. He pulls into a dead end street (broad day light). Gets out, opens the back doors. Tells us to get in the front. He floors this V8 chevy and EVERYTHING comes crashing out the back and we just took off laughing. I know. I know. But if you were there, it was hysterical at the time.

 

Interesting thread......

I've thought of a few:

1. Went to Acapulco for one night for a pajama party

2. Did a barrel roll and loop in a 172 over the Chesapeake Bay

3. Flew the final flight of Concorde from LHR to IAD

4. Finished a bottle of 1804 Cognac with my buddy in Paris

5. Shot 100% for my handgun qualification

 

Shot and killed someone!

 

WHAT????!!!

 

LOL, he's a cop...! Sometimes cops have to draw and squeeze before the other guy does...

 

Me and a few friends got asked to fetch some small icebergs from a nearby glacier. It took us 4 hours, and my testicles were (life size) this big when we finished -> ..

 

Oh...Ok then! Carry on.

 

Another experience I can add to this thread - an experience I never want to relive and is cop-related... The time I was hiding in the shoe closet of a bowling alley and when the nine or so cops that were looking for me finally found me, they all drew on me... And I didn't know they were cops - and they didn't know I was innocent... That lifeless plastic(?) from the flat black Glock impressing the skin of my forehead as the cops in the background adjusted their lines of fire for my chest and head is something I don't ever want to repeat... Through this flesh no bullet has ever passed; and I'd like to keep it that way.

 

Amen to that!

 

Maybe he doesn't want to. It's the most common fetish of all...LOOK IT UP PEOPLE!!!!

 

LMAO...!!! The bowling alley was the nearest place to run into and hide from the pack of guys that was chasing me... Inches from my face and a split second before I slipped inside, one of them hurled an empty 40 oz bottle at me and it shattered on the metal door molding as I entered the lounge... I should've never worn that damn trench coat in July...

 

hehe, I was driving on an icy two lane road when the car ahead of me did a 180 and kept going backwards in the other lane. I sure as heck wasn't going to step on my brakes, so I passed him. Fortunately for him there were no cars going the other way. Still remember his facial expression!

 

old news, I just read it on one of the earliest pages... funny stuff though...

 

This past January I had sex with a 32 year old woman at 4 in the morning on a beach in Cancun. I am 20 and was 20 when it happened. Nothing special but when is the next time I am going to have sex on a beach in Cancun with a 32 year old while 20 years old?!?

 

Condom Water Balloon, its just awkward.

 

Rode in a B-25 Mitchell WW2 bomber

 

1) Had sex while driving, in a suburban at 70 mph. Not particularly good or fun.

2) Walked into a party naked. Yes, I had a BIG buzz.

 

Back in '82 I was entering an interstate on an icy bridge and this guy in front in a BMW 2002 (I think) did a full fncken 180!!!. My eyes just about popped out of my head, especially because the thing kept on going backwards in a near perfect straight line at around 50 mph. The car eventually went of on to the grassy shoulder. Lucky driver, and made a great story at work that day .

Pete

 

Bought a VW

 

Got married 38 years ago. (Hey, these days doing it only once IS unusual).

Set myself on fire as a child. (Third degree burns over 10% of my body).

I am trying to decide which caused me the most pain ... (j/k)

 

Well, my buddy and I were at school 7th period about to go to lunch. Well we decided we wanted to go out in his MKII GTI VR6 for lunch (30 mins.) So Our lunch period ends at 1:01, and we left school at about 12:40 or 12:45. So this already isn't good. He had almost no gas so we went to go get some, but we couldn't go to the nearest gas station because it was right next to my house. Okay, we will go too the one that is only a little farther away, no no no, its not that easy. It is of course closed, and the one right across the street is $3.47 for premium!
So, we say screw that and head up 309 about a mile and a half to another gas station. We are now about 2 miles maybe a little more away from school. As we are filling up with what little money we had ($8.47) I looked at the clock. Oh **** it is now 12:57 and we are still filling up. We now have very little hope for making it back to class on time. So my buddy jumps in the car and fires it up scrapping as we leave the parking lot. Okay, on the way we are, he slams the throttle easily passing two cars as he bounces off the rev limiter in second gear. We are now doing about 120 in an 87 golf......scary. We are roaring down 309 past a police station doing 100 and it is 12:59.
We naturally get the red light at the intersection of the closed gas station. It is 1:00. Light turns green, we blast out of there turning right on to a small 2 lane road. Out of no where a ford explorer pulls in front of us doing about 20. Well the only feasible thing to is to pass over the yellow.. well we blast past that guy pulling up on a stop sign fast! We slam on the brakes stopping for the left turn on to the road right outside our school. Well, this road is extremely narrow and we are now doing 115 and it feels like we are going about 386MPH.
We are pulling up on our right turn into our school as he chirps the wheels downshifting to 3rd. He takes the sharp turn at about 45. Okay we are now in our parking lot flying down to the bottom corner as a lady in a van is pulling out of his spot...of course! We park the car at light speed grab our bags and sprint to the school across the Frisbee field which is apparently now a marshland and is 8 feet deep with mud. We finally exit the swamp land and make it to the door that is conveniently locked. So we bang on the window, now waiting, we see the ford explorer we passed leisurely driving by, thankfully after an eternity someone opens the door we barrel down the hallway shoes squeaking. I leap up the stairs and burst into the library doors as the bell rings. We made it....2 miles, across a swamp, over a mountain, and down a valley in 3 minutes and 30 seconds to make it to class in time! Wreck-less, I know, but what a rush!