1) The first time I wore my pager, I was driving a country road and going through some twisty-turneys...my pager went off and I thought my guts were going to explode...I nearly put the car in the ditch.
2) My mom drove a Dodge Polaris custom...similar to the old California Highway Patrol cars...she was as wild as a march hare. One day my sister and I were sitting in the back seat (4 and 6 y.o. old ) and mom said 'HOLD ON GIRLS, WE'RE CLEARING OUT THE CARBORATOR' and she STOMPED it. I remember reaching for my little sisters hand, laughing at not being able to lean forward in the seat from the acceleration...and to this day when I stomp it I think of that!
3) I got grounded for life in H.S. when I dropped the transmission out of Dad's Mustang. I was speed shifting, racing my best friend Margo in her 442. She won
4) My friend Kerry had a 62 Chev Impala. We rolled down all the windows and I took
The Walk...she was only doing 40 or so, but I managed get out of the passenger seat, walk around the outside of the car and plopped my young ignorant ass back in the passenger seat without killing myself.
5) I had a bunch of water balloons and my friends and I were off to find some action...We were driving about 40 and recognized my teacher's car coming toward us...at a good 40...obviously my physics lessons hadnt stuck....The combined force of an 80 mph impact shattered her headlight and destroyed her grill...I got grounded for life on that one too.