Let’s see, there was:
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[li]High speed evasion on the interstate (We RAN away as fast as we could)[/li][li]Waking up to the wrong end of a trooper’s gun[/li][li]Taking my bike a mile high[/li][li]A 1400 mile cross country chase[/li][li]Being on the catwalks/roof of a historic building, w/o any safety gear (other than my webs ;))[/li][li]Some horror movie stuff from EMS[/li][/ul]
One time I drank wine and masturbated in the mall’s restroom. It was a fun day
Can you tell ud more? Hope there are no saddies this time 
Before we moved in together, my SO once stepped in to stop a guy from beating on his wife outside the neighborhood grocery store. The bastard started beating on her instead.
Well, you didn’t specify which you wanted more on, so I’ll be brief:
Capsized in Lake Victoria: out for sailing lessons on a 2-person Laser. Wind came up and over we went, due mainly to total inexperience. Then the boat went turtle and my wife’s leg got caught in the ropes. I have a fear of drowning, even with a life vest, and of course Lake Victoria is home to crocs and hippos. We were finally pulled out of the water by the instructor and delivered to the beach.
Responded to a fiery plane crash in St. Thomas, VI in 1976. 37 people killed: as linked to, the pilot screwed up and ended up overshooting the runway, crashing into a gas station. I was on the island as part of a Seabee team doing a job on top of Crown Mountain. We were asked to respond by the island’s governor, as we had emergency generators and lighting. Cordoned off the area and set up floods. People kept trying to get souvenirs (:rolleyes:). I had to threaten one man with my lineman’s pliers to make him back off. We stood watch on the thing all that night.
Experienced a 9.2 earthquake in Anchorage, AK: 1964 Good Friday quake. Rock and roll. No damage to our place except to throw it out of plumb. No power or water for about a week.
Responded with a team to a catastrophic earthquake in Guatemala in 1976 (same year as the plane crash): huge earthquake that killed about 30,000 people. Our Seabee team went there to teach locals how to build the pre-engineered metal buildings (Butler Huts) the US government sent to help out. Great experience. Mostly we built school buildings, as most of the schools fell down. I have a letter of commendation somewhere signed by Henry Kissinger.
Was charged by elephants while on safari in Africa. Also charged by a hippo while on a boat tour on the Nile River (got good photos of that one): happens all the time if you get too close, but it sure gets your heart pounding. No humans were injured in the execution of said safari. Perhaps I’ll post the hippo photos sometime.
On vacation in Prague in 1989, the family and I emerged from the subway stop into the middle of a huge demonstration in Wenceslas Square. It was part of the so-called Velvet Revolution (see Google images for an idea of what we ran into). We had no idea that it was peaceful, but I was well-aware that we were traveling with diplomatic passports and probably shouldn’t be anywhere near it. We fought our way back down the stairs and put some distance between us and the action: already explained.
Was followed by the KGB in Moscow and its equivalent in Warsaw, Prague, Bulgaria, East Berlin and Romania: in the bad old days, anybody in the Soviet Bloc with a diplomatic passport was followed everywhere they went. It was best to just ignore them and not try to lose the tail. They could get very cranky if you tried that, and more than one person found out that a dip passport didn’t guarantee you wouldn’t get a beat down when they caught up with you.
All the adventures I’ve been on were inspired by me (and my friends) drinking copious amounts of alcohol.
One of which started here in Texas and ended somewhere in Birmingham Alabama.
The guy in the hat? Yep.
I was in a fairly epic and comical car chase.
Going to work can be somtimes be a slight adventure. I’ve had everything from 30 minutes late due to elephant in road to turning up at the airport, the check in dude saying “UUS, never heard of that” followed by a flight through Denver, LAX and Seoul. One night in hotel run by the Russian mafia, a two hour charter flight, a night in a former Sanitorium which lacked some basic facilities (such as beds) a trip in a bus which was a converted military 8 wheeler and then a thirty hour boat ride.
Let’s not even get started on the time we were boarded by Greepeace 