Well..my stupidest feat was when I was 16. I was working underneath my first car (a 1952 Chevy 2dr Hardtop), with only ONE jackstand supporting the entire side of the vehicle. Needless to say..the car rolled back about an inch, and it fell off the jackstand. It literally came within a 16th of an inch of touching my chest when it came down. I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life.
Another time was when two of my buddies and I were cruising around in my friend Ed's 1983 Mail Jeep. It was raining, and the guy sitting in the middle (on the makeshift console) kept screwing with the shifter, getting me really irritated. Well, we're back to the dorm parking lot, and I decide to be a ***** and do some donuts (it was raining at the time). Now, if you'd ever driven a Mail Jeep before, you have an idea how unstable they are. I turned left at about 15 mph, dropped it in first, cut the wheel and floored it. Halfway into the donut, the rear tire caught pavement, blew out, and facilitated a rollover. Not just on it's side...all the way to it's roof. Thank goodness I was wearing my seatbelt! [img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/smile.gif[/img]
Here's a pic or two of the aftermath:
That's me..hand's bandaged because the windshield came down on it. [img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/mad.gif[/img]
What was left of the roof...
A view from inside..notice where the windshield should be, all the stickers, and how it's covered with mud. It was a fantastic trail vehicle! [img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/cool.gif[/img]
Afterwards we cut the top off with a die grinder. And we always wore helmets driving it around. [img]/wwwthreads_images/icons/cool.gif[/img]
How's that for stupid? I could go on for days, lol...