Everything I do is extreme.
Seriously. I’m having an extreme moment just sitting here, posting while I watch television.
Crossed the street in India.
Rode in a Taxi in Naples.
I once served a bordeaux red with seafood, instead of a chilled chardonnay!I also omiteed the salad forks at luncheon, and misplaced the fingerbowls.
But that pales to what I did with the caviar! (I fed it to the dog).:eek:
I (American guy) was a spectator of sorts at a “Death to America” rally in Tehran… no other foreigners around that I saw. The Iranian guy I was with and those around me were rather amused when I told them where I was from. The only phrase in Farsi that I know is “Death to America” “Marg bar Amerika”… not sure how useful that is. 
Esme man Desert Nomad = My name is Desert Nomad
Panir doost daram = I like cheese
Yeki bood Farsi baladam = I know a little Farsi
Yes, I’m terribly pleased with the results of the year I spent studying Farsi as well.
I used to be a cop. I am currently a martial artist.
Here is mine:
I was in Colon, MI for the annual Abbott’s Magic Get-Together, a 4 day magic convention hosted by the town of Colon, MI. We were hanging around on the last day of the convention when a friend of mine suddenly asked the group, “Hey! Does anyone want to do ‘The Blindfolded Drive’”?
I responded, “Oh hell yes!”.
So we got it all figured out how I was going to do this, and I started driving around downtown Colon, blindfolded. It caught quite a bit of attention… so much so that someone called the police.
So here I am driving blindfolded around Colon, and I pull up to a stop light, when a bicycle cop pulled up next to me yelling, “Stop! Stop!”. I’m nearly peeing myself. I’m thinking to myself, "OMG, I’m going to at the least get a ticket for reckless driving, and at the most, get put in jail. For the briefest of moments, I have a “Oh Sh*t!” look on my face, but I don’t lose my cool.
The conversation went like this:
Me: Yes?
Cop: Take the blindfold off.
Me: Yes, sir.
I took off the blindfold, and then he rode off. We then pulled into the nearest parking spot and proceeded to freak out.
The funny thing about this is that it is all documented on video. My friend was making a documentary about this magic convention and was there for the entire incident, video taping the whole thing.
I still watch it once in awhile and laugh about it with my friends.
I hitchhiked from NYC to Oregon once. Took me eight days and something like thirty rides, some of them very…interesting…
I’ve climbed Long’s Peak in Colorado, and Mt. Shasta in California, the second being more difficult due to some glacier crossings.
I did surveys of heron and seabird colonies in Panama from a small plane. We flew much of the coastline and offshore islands, much of it at an altitude of a less than a hundred feet. Counting colonies required circling low over them at an altitude of a few tens of feet. I’m glad I don’t get airsick.
Besides anything involving skydiving this is the thing in the thread I’d least like to experience.
A year or two ago I was driving in the Adirondacks in mid-early spring (i.e. spring melt) and stopped by a place where a river had flooded a nearby park. The thought came over me to dip my hand in the water, as I had felt cold water before and thought that it would just be an amplified version of feeling water in the lower 50s/upper 40s. Ummmm, no. Nearly freezing water actually didn’t feel any colder to me than it did at 50, but there was an entirely new sensation of streaks of pure pain coursing up my arm!
Saved a girl from getting raped by locals in a bar in Bali. Been trekking through ,Nepal and survived 3 weeks travelling through India by train!
Reasoned my way out of getting raped (in a foreign language), hopped an eight foot wall and then embarked on a multiple-day cross country journey via unpaved roads, motorcycles and night trains…all with a broken back.
Spent three days on a cargo canoe on the Niger river with the poorest people on the planet…and their slaves.
Survived an accidental vacation through rebel controlled area of a war torn country.
Brushed my teeth at the foot of Mount Everest, and been hit on by nomads in Timbuktu.
Not that I can hope to compete, but:
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Climbed the highest peaks in Scotland, England and Wales, in the same day.
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A month later, watched my daughter being born.
That’s as extreme as my life gets.
About the best I can do is skiing … when I was young and foolish. Not huge mountains (mostly in Maine), but when I was fit, I was all about the double-black-diamonds.
This is exactly why I jump into threads like this early. Back in post #11 I didn’t sound too wimpy. I wouldn’t even post that at this point in the thread. 
Hitchhiked to the Yukon, and back, in my younger days.
Hiked the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu.
Scaled a couple of volcanoes in SE Asia.
Rode an Indian bus, 4 days, into Ladakh.
Ate street food in India, Nepal and SE Asia.
(Actually these were more adventure, for me, than ‘extreme’. To my mind, the two most extreme things I’ve done would have to be; surrendering a child for adoption as a teenager, and taking on caregiving for someone who was bedridden and incontinent, for 6 years, in my home.)
I’ve done many physical things that required a lot of exertion, but not that much danger. So I’d say the most extreme thing woud be driving while under the influence of various ahem destablizing compounds in my (much) younger days.
Taught high school English 
I packed up and moved to another country when I was 21. Surely that should count for something.
I had to laugh at the thought of what it must mean to be the slave of one of the poorest and down-and-out people on the planet.
Your other entries are pretty entertaining too.
You are all a bunch of wussies.
Once, on a 3-day weekend in Lake Havasu, my friends and I vowed to order and eat extra bacon with every meal. Mission accomplished. 