How about wrong way around a rotary? (Traffic circle or roundabout for those outside New England)
So it’s dark. I’m making a turn in Petaluma, CA. I’m hoping to make a left, to head back home to Sacramento. I can’t remember the cross streets, but there is a railroad track that parallels the road that I was hoping to turn onto. Remember those tracks, they’ll come in later…
Now, I make my turn, and gun it, as I like to shoot out of corners. Woo Hoo, thinks I to myself, as I make my turn… too far.
You know that trick that skateboarders do? The one called a grind? Where they slide along a rail of some sort on the middle part of their board?
I did that with a '93 Camry XLE, slid about 30 yards down the tracks… it was just high enough so that with momentum, my tires didn’t drag enough to stop me.
To this day, however (and this happeneing in December of 2000) I have yet to find any skater than can beat my grind. Hehehehehe
Originally posted by Cyberhwk
I saw that happen once–I was visiting with the station owner, an old friend. Fortunately he and his crew were heads-up enough to prevent serious trouble. (It wasn’t my car, either.)
Dumb things I’ve done:
In January 1978 I drove my little Squareback across an empty field in Torrance; distance about two blocks between the end of a small side street, near an elementary school, and the arterial street Prairie Avenue, five days after some heavy rains. I realized the ads touting VW rear-eningine cars as having superior traction must have been exaggerated! I called two tow trucks–one that evening and one the following morning–and both tow trucks got stuck!:o And I helped both drivers get out. 
Someone with a four-wheel-drive vehicle hooked a winch and cable up to my car and pulled it out.
I was driving normally on Pacific Coast Highway, and hit a police car! :smack: :o
In San Francisco: I had driven 440 miles from Torrance to SF on the coast route. The following day, however, it was cold and rainy there. I was driving eastward on California Street toward Market–and the car stalled at Drumm, between two cable cars! The gripman and conductor of the car stopped behind me helped me move my car, the same Squareback, out of the way. I later found out, at the Sears Auto Center on Presidio Avenue, that my battery was shot–and I had to get another one.
I was 16. My 3 friends were 16. I had a Ford Ranger. One of my friends had a Ford Ranger. It was a weekend, we were bored, and looking for something to kill some time. We decided to create a game called vehicle dodge ball. Not having any dodge balls handy, we put approximately 100 pine cones in the bed of each truck. One person drove, one in the back as the pine cone chucker. Large set of neighborhoods. We basically played hide and seek with the cars and once one found the other we would then throw pine cones at the other and see who could score the most hits before losing the other car.
I can’t believe no one died and no property was damaged that day. I also can’t believe we were all 4.0 students with bright futures. Gotta love lapses in sanity.
Let’s see:
-Driving away with the gas nozzle in the tank
-Accidentally running a red light (could’ve swore it turned green)
-Wrong way on a one-way street (I knew it was the wrong way but I was lost)
-Turning small fishtails around turns into 360°s
-Filling the radiator and forgetting to put the cap back on
And the worst:
-Spending money on my car to make it fast, taking it to the drag strip and racing at 100mph with the risk of no insurance (insurance doesn’t cover wrecks on the drag strip). Of course I still race like the fool I am.
Not me, but I witnessed it. Went to Houghton, MI in the UP to see my boyfriend. I’m from Wisconsin, so I know enough to bring the four wheel drive. We’re driving through a parking lot that has at least six inches of snow/slush/sand when we come across … a TRANS AM!!! Little sorority girl’s in the front with about five or six frat boys pushing. We had no idea where she was trying to go with that thing.
Snicks
I was all set to answer when I realized I’d misread the question.
(It’s not “Dumbest thing you’ve ever done with your cat”?)
Never mind.
I was backing out of a parking space late at night once. It was raining, it was dark, and the car behind me was at a weird angle so I didn’t completely see it until CRUNCH.
I annihilated the guys front right headlight panel. It was a wreck. My bumper had only a couple scratches. I was baffled, I moved the car not even 15 feet and couldn’t have been going more than 5 mph.
I have my phone and call the police. I filled out an insurance info form, and leave it on the guy’s windshield. The cop thanks me for being honest, and I split, nervous as fark.
I never hear a peep from the guy I hit or an insurance company.
Drove it to my wedding
How about dumbest thing my boyfriend ever did to my car? He went up and down the street for an hour trying to jump start my car when the choke was stuck open.