Me and my best friend were out late one night riding around in my old Bonneville. I was running down one road at about 50 MPH when in view of the head light beams was a set of railroad tracks with steep inclines that sent me airborne for about the length of the car.
I was able to hit the brakes right before I hit them but I'll never forget that *SLAM* when the car landed back on the road. Thankfully I kept it under control. We pulled into the middle of a fork in the road so I could check the damage and the only thing we saw was the scrapes on the frame.
Then there was the time when myself and two other friends were heading up to Rome. They were an "item" - sort of anyway. Well nothing like driving down the road and look over into the right lane and see a pair of old women watching something going on in the back seat with such looks of disgust that I knew what was going on in the back seat without looking.
Ten minutes later the crank shaft sheared between the #1 and #2 pistons.
I was able to hit the brakes right before I hit them but I'll never forget that *SLAM* when the car landed back on the road. Thankfully I kept it under control. We pulled into the middle of a fork in the road so I could check the damage and the only thing we saw was the scrapes on the frame.
Then there was the time when myself and two other friends were heading up to Rome. They were an "item" - sort of anyway. Well nothing like driving down the road and look over into the right lane and see a pair of old women watching something going on in the back seat with such looks of disgust that I knew what was going on in the back seat without looking.
Ten minutes later the crank shaft sheared between the #1 and #2 pistons.