Great topic!
I've done so many stupid things with cars.
One of my genius ideas at the ripe old age of 16 was to install a Budweiser bar tap lever onto the shifter of my 81 Monte Carlo. It was really cool until the cops caught on to my weekend festivities. Luckily, back in the early 90's as a minor they just called my folks to give me a ride home in my car! It got to the point by my senior year where they would just walk up and go Mr. Akes, what have you been up to tonight? HA The beer would get poured in the street.
I slapped the short block together for my 355 late one night with red rags, newspapers, and liquid wrench. I bet I was 19 at that time. I was a proud engine builder out on the maiden voyage with my Dad and friend until we started to hear a knocking noise. You guessed it, a rod bearing decided it didn't like my assembly practices. That was really bad karma for helping myself to an old set of double hump heads in a friends barn. They were off a fuelie I believe. That one paid me back up until the time the car was stolen! That engine just wouldn't stay together. I deserved it!
Shortly after I bought my 68 Camaro my senior year in high school, I saved up just enough money to put solid centerlines on her! At that time, nothing looked better! Well, not long after I decided to spray an aggressive wheel cleaning chemical on them and ruined the clear coat. They were dull right up to the time the previously mentioned karma caught up to me!
I have to share one about my Dad. It was right around 1992. A friend at school had professed that his fuel pump gasket was leaking oil on his small block. Well, I decided that if his was leaking my gasket needed to be replaced as well. I summoned my Dad to help me. The problem, the cam lobe just happened to be situated where the pump arm was under compression. My Dad and I wrestled, cussed, and threw tools trying to get the damn fuel pump back on. I don't recall how we finally got it back on, but it wasn't long after I learned the trick.
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Todd
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