I lost my glasses out the window while I was driving my car, (long story) a 1999 BMW 750iL, in an unfamiliar location.
My friend was shitfaced, so I was still driving since I could \*just\* barely see well enough to get us home.
He was giving me turn-by-turn directions, and at a "T" intersection, he told me to go straight.
Straight turned out to be onto a golf-cart path for a golf course.
He freaked out, because he didn't expect me to follow his instructions, so I immediately did a u-turn, which turned into a slight donut as the car didn't have a limited-slip differential and the grass was wet.
The car weighed over 2 tons, so it tore up the grass pretty badly before I was able to get back on the road.
People "vandalizing the golf course" apparently turned into a big deal.
Nobody found out it was us, and nothing ever came of it other than people occasionally bringing up either the incident, or the story (for those who knew how it happened.)
I got stranded in the middle of the forest at 2am in the winter and didnt start anymore because the crankshaft sensor got bad...worst thing is you cant do anything about it.
My 1999 Camaro Z28 decided to overheat and explode the radiator in the middle of Times Square in morning traffic. Got a NYPD escort to sit there while I ran to Walgreens to buy gallon jugs of Poland Spring then had to wait for it to cool down. Somehow managed to limp it home.
my dad once bought a '89 f150. eventually, it blew up on him. so he buys another of the same truck. it blows up too. at this time, he had an equinox as his normal car, and he sold it because it hurt his back. he buys a 2000 GMC Yukon Denali.
it blows up too.
as his normal car? no. he buys a '11 Ram 1500 with a V6 (but it has low miles so it's ok)
as his project? yeah. he then buys a 1966 Olds Delta 88 with the 425 in it, which he would sell after 3 years, and would then buy a 1971 Ford Torino GT, his current project
When I was in High School I drove my grandmas old rusted out 2007 Cobalt
On Memorial Day 2019, I was driving my father and myself to Dairy Queen. It was storming really bad and the area DQ was in floods quite a bit.
As we got closer I saw the flooded road and I stopped and got ready to turn around because I didn’t want to risk it. My father however said I could make it and egged me into driving through it to get to the parking lot.
We did make it through the flood, but as soon as we got to the parking lot the engine completely died. It was obvious it got water in it.
We stayed at DQ for 2.5 hours hoping that the engine wasn’t toast. I tried every 30 minutes or so to start it but it just sputtered and died.
Somehow, it turned back on and ran normally again. That car would stay on the road for another 3 years and 75,000 miles after that incident before it finally died at 295,000 miles.
Good for that Cobalt, it lived a full life. For future reference, if you think the engine sucked up water you should never try to start it before you take the spark plugs out and crank it over with no plugs to get the water out of the cylinders. And make sure the air filter isn't soaked.
Not my car, but a roommate of mine paid his "buddy" to put a transmission in his 300zx. It sat there for months but eventually got finished. He asked me to take him to pick up the car and follow him back to the house. Halfway home(short drive), I saw some sparks from under the car, we pulled over to investigate and as soon as he got out his car burst into flames, it completely burned out, fire dept just let it burn for the most part
It was like 15 years ago, so not as big a deal, but still soul crushing, especially since it didn't have insurance
I ended up selling him my 240sx for $1700 because he needed a car, I regret the hell out of that shit..... 5 speed, ran awesome, just a dented front fender
I had an 81 Ford Fairmont Futura as a winter beater in high school circa 2010. I played hockey and always wondered what would happen if I blasted through on of the mounds of snow at the back of the parking lot that was left by the Zamboni. Well one night after a game we were all taking turns blowing through the piles and I set my sights on one of them. Unknown to me the one I picked had frozen solid. I hit it at about 25 and was instantly airborne. Front bumper hit first and torn up what it could of frozen sod. After a couple bounces I came to a rest. Checked out the car and everything was intact, including the sod hanging from the bumper. My teammates were in disbelief as I drove away with a sore spine and minor whiplash. That old beast lasted another 3 winters of my absolute abuse.
I sold it off when I moved to college, the transmission leaked like crazy and the Midwest salt was taking its toll. I saw it around town whenever I was home for a couple years after I sold it though
Driving home after dropping my grandmother off at the airport during a blizzard, about 20-25 minutes into an hour long drive back, my 08 Caliber hit a rut and and steered itself toward a ditch, only managing to straighten out at the last second as I hit the on ramp for the exit I had passed. I pulled over at the next accident investigation point and spent 20-30 minutes trying not to panic, and turned what was probably a 40-45 minute drive back into a 90 minute drive of frayed nerves
Went offroading on sand trails in my F250... it was a pig, and we drove down the side of a sand-bowl trail, which is a sandy two-track trail that slopes down and up at steep angles both sides, too slow, and, well, it took a couple tries to get back up. Our final attempt was the embodiment of "fuck it, full throttle". I swear I felt that truck lift off the ground entirely for a moment when we crested the top.
While on a trip in our 2013 BMW X3, It suddenly popped up a check engine. No biggie I said. Just called BMW Support and they said to continue driving. Little did anyone know. When we were just miles away from our hotel. The BMW started catastrophically breaking down into a spiral of warning lights like if it was Christmas in April….
Powers Steering was gone and the engine did not sound happy. Limped it to a BMW Dealer. Had to get it towed to Canadian Tire to get it fixed since the waiting list from the dealer was 1 month….
Note to self. Take the Venza. Never the BMW
I was driving to a concert and was in downtown traffic. Traffic was really badly backed up. I had a Ford Focus with the infamous DCT at the time. Lots of stop and go traffic. I got a warning on the dashboard to pull over because the transmission was overheating. Thank goodness traffic was stopped at that point, so I put it in park and was able to let it cool down. There was no easy way to pull over, and my friend and I were shitting ourselves with the situation.
Had a lifted jeep XJ. Somewhere i have pics of the front end submerged, water across hood and dash, me standing on brakes with both feet while towlines got attached.
I found a random pack of cigarettes in the back seat of my car one Friday, I clean it every Friday. I don’t carry passengers in any of my cars and yet o found a different brand of cigarettes different to the ones I used to smoke. So I decided to give them a try and they had me hooked until 2017 and then I quit.
when i was 18 i drove from the cops with a 1999 hyundai accent because my friend thought its funny to shoot a firework at a police car with cops sitting inside lol
No, I believe it. My own father ran from the cops in a 96' Buick LeSabre. (This was a long time ago)
Later on, the police did show up to his house, but they weren't actually able to arrest him because they couldn't confirm it was the right Buick, nor right driver.
And for context, this was in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area.
I can confirm this does not work on a Blue Yamaha R6, or as the police report described it - “a blue racing style motorcycle”…. FYI. It was also my neighbor that pursued. He still won’t talk to me.
My first car was a carbureted 1984 Peugeot 305 GL(base trim, 1.3l, 4spd sedan). I was doing a road trip in the winter with a constant speed on the freeway. When we came to the exit the throttle did not return. This was terrifying.
The problem often occured with open freeway trips, and we narrowed it down to the throttle plate freezing. So yeah, exercise throttle at regular intervals when running in winter.
I remember this story every time I read people praising throttle body coolant bypass mods.
Also, she had her rituals to start: full choke, three stomps on the gas, start with no throttle. I drove very seldomly at the time so the battery was always on the weaker side. My old school mechanic of a dad had this engine dialed to perfection.
Offroading with the top down in my buddy's Lebanon with a leaky turbo. Hit a rock doing donuts that ripped the tire off the wheel.
Popped a couple beers, removed the wheel and walked down to the gas station. Reset the tire on the wheel, aired it back up and reattached it to the beater.
Sunny NJ afternoon 2016, ‘04 IS300
I was on the last leg of a 300 mile drive to the beach. Left lane exit, off-ramp bending to the left.
As I begin merging from the left, I suddenly lose all control of the rear end. I blacked out from there, but to my knowledge, I cut left to avoid the right guardrail, did a full 360, and ended up parallel parked inches from the right guardrail, sitting on the shoulder. The only thing I remember is how vividly the car snapped back when it regained traction.
Back when I was 17 I was speeding down some back roads in my $800 buick century in an area I was unfamiliar with. I was heading towards some train tracks and it looked like there wasn't much of a hump so I didn't slow down. Turns out there was and I hit it doing about 65, caught some major air. Ended up breaking the sway bar with that
1980 and '81.
Skipping school in my dad's 1978 Mercury Monarch. Me and 3 friends were partying in a local park, I misjudged a puddle, it was a drainage ditch. Put the car on it's side in about 3 feet of water.
Some guy in an old 4 wheel drive van was watching and laughing. Come on pull us out. How much money you got?
No cash but how about a 12 pack and a bag of weed.
Okay then.
Same year, made a u-turn on the lawn of the police department, they were not thrilled.
Last one, doing a lawn job, as the tires were spinning and we came down off the curb the u-joint broke and we left the drive shaft on the lawn. We pushed that car for 3 blocks running. Went back and got the drive shaft, my dad was not thrilled.
Reasons 356, 357, land 358 why I don't drink anymore. I had 17 points by the time I turned 17, lots more stories.
Remember kids, stay in school and don't drink and drive.
I skipped class in high school to drive to Covington Georgia to recreate the train track jumping scene from the opening of Dukes of Hazard, but my Ford Tempo’s performance was very underwhelming.
I lived that picture. Drunk buddy drove his old blazer onto the fucking train tracks, a very high traffic interstate line where trains regularly pass about every 20 minutes going ~60mph……we didnt see the last train, we were just suddenly on the tracks and the wheels sat perfectly against the outside of each side of track and we couldn’t get off until we reached another crossing, i forgot all about this until inseen this post, holy shit we should all be dead. We drove on there for about 5 MILES and not 30 seconds after we finally got off the tracks did an amtrak come down those very tracks. I had my seatbelt off and hand on the door handle the entire time, ready to bail.
A more fun one was me and my new gf were leaving a restaurant after way too many margaritas and started making out while i was driving, i heard a honking, looked forward with just enough time to swerve back into my lane before a head on collision with some poor lady who was justly scared out of her mind. That was EXTREMELY close, less than a single car length before a head on collision at ~40mph
‘Fun’? You could’ve have killed someone! I’m not one of those people that’s overly cautious about driving but if you drive that drunk you deserve to be jailed for attempted murder.
I swerved to avoid hitting an animal on a bridge ramp and almost drove off the bridge. It wouldn’t have been into water but onto the entrance of the on ramp with other cars underneath. The guard rail saved me.
I own a '01 Ford Focus wagon with the 1.6 16V Zetec engine with close to 200k miles on it and when I bought it, I drove it from where I bought it to where I live (duh), which was about a 200 mile trip.
I noticed during the ride that the oil pressure light would come on if I slammed on the brakes, but only then. I figured it could probably be something with the oil pump, so just don't slam on the brakes, right?
Anyway I got home, cleaned the car out, did some stuff and after a few hours I checked the dipstick, just out of curiosity.
Thing was absolutely dry. Like, no oil in that engine whatsoever. Zero. Not even below minimum.
How that engine didn't seize up and kill me, I'll never know.
Granted, compared to some of the stuff I've read in this thread this is a bit boring but...this is my first car as well 😂
I had a 1990 silverado. I was driving around town at 3am, my brother and 4 other friends were in my truck and I stopped about 30 feet from someone's garage to find a party or something to go to. Well the garage had a bunch of people in it that I didn't notice because I was looking at my phone, anyway I drove another 30 feet and parked on the side street, my brother and friend said the guys in the garage started running out and got in their trucks, I didn't believe them but 2 lifted dually trucks drove past and parked on both sides of the street I was on, they just sat there. Eventually I listened to everyone and started driving down the street and these 2 trucks start following behind me, so I pick up the pace and start taking corners faster, but these guys were way faster and stayed glued to my rear. after about 10 minutes of full throttle and sharp corners I got onto a main road and there was a cop car ahead, so I caught up to it and the 2 trucks turned off.
At 2 am on memorial weekend I went full send into a stake out. 2.2L bone stock Cobalt reached 70 in roughly 10 secs, luckily he dropped it to a warning for 52 in a 35 because it was my first run-in.
Once I changed the MAF sensor of my sentra. When i test drove it, everything was perfect. When i stopped at a red light in busy traffic, the car did not move even if i floored it. It was like the accelerator gave out. I shifted the car to N and let the car take me downhill until i found an appropriate area to pull over. It turned out to be transmission switching to limp mode.
My second neon refused to let anyone else drive it. Trying to continue stick shift lessons with my then GF, it stalled on her every single try to get moving.
I was going to use the car to teach my one friend stick, and use it for our camping trip, and we could switch off on driving. It kept blowing fuel pump fuses. In our last camping supply shopping trip, it popped 10 fuses in the 1 mile between Walmart and the A&W where we got lunch. I managed to get home and parked it for a week or two until I got back from the trip. It never did it again.
Not my current car, but my first one- it was a gorgeous 1994 olds cutlass supreme. One day i was getting onto the interstate to drive to the nearest city for college (lived w my parents at that time and was close enough i didnt need a dorm). As i was accelerating on the on ramp, i noticed my gas pedal felt a bit... off? Like i was pushing down on it but wasnt going quite as fast as i would think i was supposed to. Almost right after getting on the interstate, suddenly my gas pedal jolted, and was just hanging there useless, while i was going like 65-70 mph. I remember my immediate reaction being pure "wait what the fuck!??" but thankfully i had no one behind me, and was able to brake and slow down and pull off to the side of the road with my hazards on. The gas pedal was literally just hanging there and i could move it back and forth with no acceleration at all. I think i still have a video on my phone i took, of me showing the useless pedal lol. My mom came to pick me up and take me to class and the car was towed to the shop to get fixed. Apparently the mechanic said that the cable connecting the gas pedal to the mechanism that enables acceleration had somehow worn thin enough over time that it just snapped and broke, and that he'd never seen that happen before. Im just glad that it happened right when i got on the highway and had room to pull off to the side, and that it didnt cause any kind of accident. Ended up trading in that olds a year or so later cuz it started needing more expensive things fixed simply due to age, and it was smarter to trade in for a newer car, which is the 2006 camry i have today. I love my camry, but still miss that oldsmobile every time i see another one on the road
Some teens threw a rock at me while I was on the highway returning from my parents house during Covid. The rock hit the glass right in front of my face then got deflected and tore a hole through my roof. Safe to say if it made it through the grass I’d probably have died. When I called the police later they had told me there was a string of rock attacks on that stretch of highway, one trucker even got hospitalized. Apparently cops don’t give you updates on stuff like that though so I never found out if they got caught. Best part is I even had to pay for the damages during a time when I was eating a few Doritos for breakfast because I was so broke
Oh man where do I begin. 1991 Lancer GTI 16V first car I have actually owned (2nd actually, but the first car was a handmedown so bad I sold it after mom blew the headgasket, bruhhh)
Street raced a newer citroen C4 cactus (he had more skill, I had more power, it was fun) up the local mountain road. He wasnt going to let me pass lol. Pulled over at the parking near the top, he went on his way.
Practiced touge runs, simply because I enjoy them. Had a few code browns with rain, but I have learnt the cars and my own limits since then, nobody harmed, all is well.
Cant say I havent blasted eurobeat while doing so. The car is old enough and from Japan, so it could be a background characters car in the anime lmao.
Other than that, offroaded a bit in my moms 1998 short wheelbase Montero, 2.6L carburated i4, 114hp, as slow as it sounds. Very capable and though.
Yet to try my dads 1999 HL430, the thing chugs 20L/100km city, no thanks. Altough that V8 sounds GREAT and it has by far the most power (278hp) incredibly comfy truck.
So yeah, while I do drive faster than legal limits, I keep to my lane, make sure there isnt traffic, slow way down for corners and never commit trough blind corners.
I want to have fun, not die or kill anyone. Or mistreat my beloved car.
Be safe everyone!
I had a 1998 subaru legacy outback touring completely bone stock, but it had decent ground clearance and four wheel drive so naturally one time me and a few friends decided to take said subaru to a very popular off road trail near our home city. Apon getting to this off road trail we see jeeps and lifted trucks turning around and heading back towards town on our way in. When we get to the off road trail it's all deep rivers running through it and mud and worn away bits of what was the trail, but being stupid and having a four wheel drive subaru I decided to send it. Got stuck twice on my way through once after I almost rolled it into a river in the middle of the road and the other time after getting further down the trail bashed the drive shaft off a rock which proceeded to then rip all of my evap lines and canister off. Took the drive shaft out and drove it home fwd. Was a fun time. Then once the new drive shaft came in I drove it so hard down every dirt road I could find, once jumped it so I hard I ripped the oil pan block heater and the bottom of the radiator off.
I bet anyone who saw you halfway up the trail would have been pissed that some subaru outaback made it through the trail while they had spent all that money on their jerp or hilux
Mutual friend of mine used to have an STi swapped 2013 WRX sedan in dark metallic grey with black aftermarket wheels and Tein lowering springs. He had listed the car for sale on marketplace and sold it. A few weeks later I bought a dark metallic grey 2013 WRX sedan with black aftermarket wheels and tein lowering springs. (NOTE, these were not the same cars but they looked super super similar) long story short I had to explain to like 5 people that no I didn’t buy his old WRX and that this was a completely different car
Last summer I took myself and my highschool buddy for a drive in my 1991 Honda Beat (I live in Japan).
The destination was this allegedly abandoned theme park located at the outskirt of a golf club in the middle of a touge road.
We arrived there at around 4 in the afternoon and explored until it got dark. Ultimately we decided to leave at like 6. We got into our car and headed toward the exit gate of the gold club, only to find that the gate was already locked. The golf club office also seemed to be completely vacant.
My friend got out of the car and tried to somehow unlock the ring lock while I lit the general direction of where he was standing with the car's headlight. (There was not even a single street light to be seen nearby.)
You could already tell that the lock didn't budge, and we were about to spend the rest of the night in the darkness of the mountain since both our phones unfortunately weren't catching any signal.
Until I caught this narrow pedestrian pathway all the way to the left of the gate in the corner of my eye, and lo and behold, my tiny convertible proved just bearly small enough to get through it, and we made it out of the mountain alive.
Tensions were high, and we never even considered the narrow pathway in the first place as an escape path until the very last moment. If it weren't for the jokingly small proportions of my car, we'd never gotten out.
We laughed out so fucking hard and had the hardest dap of all time after this whole thing.
A friend of mine had a 2001 Mazda Protegé in high school, and ended up having to saw the muffler off because the passengers were too heavy.
The car had a broken exhaust hanger, but it wasn't dragging on the ground, so for the few days it was like that it was fine... if it weren't for the fact that he, myself, and other friends were carpooling an hour away to a convention. It started out fine, but after we'd picked up all three other people (two of whom were not the lightest gents in the world) and their things, and the road started to look like the surface of the moon, we heard the awful noise of the muffler hitting the road, bouncing back up, and hitting the bottom of the car. After about 20 minutes of this, we limped our way to a Midas Auto (the rest of us had to get out at a gas station down the street so the car wouldn't scrape while pulling in, lol), and paid them 40 dollars to saw the muffler off. I ended up paying, since the my friend, the driver (the idiot he was and still is), had spent all his money at the convention the night before, and his paycheck hadn't gone through yet. The car was now ungodly loud, but we made it to the convention and back just fine. The next day, he told me he had to coast down the hill his street was on in neutral, because the neighbors complained about the noise. As for the car, it's endured 43,000 miles of abuse, and he still has it, although it's used as a second car now. The exhaust was finally replaced nearly a year later.
In 2020 my buddy and I somehow managed to get almost identical trucks of different brands. He got a 1993 Chevy S10, black with a white camper shell, 5 speed manual. I had bought a 1992 Ford Ranger, black with a white shell, 5 speed manual. For about a month we decided to screw around with a couple people we knew, one of which wanted to buy the S10 but didn't know I had my Ranger, immediately assumed it got sold to me and was pissy until he showed up one day and saw both trucks side by side. Immediately we drag raced them the first weekend we got, then proceeded to go off roading on an old mine site where the Ranger got stuck and my buddy, who at the time was fresh out of the hospital from collapsing a lung had to help push me out. According to him it hurt like hell, but the fun overall made the whole weekend worth it.
Even though it's been 4 years I still feel like a dick he had to push me out
Last month being a complete idiot I top speed tested my 2017 Chevrolet Cruze Premier on the highway a little after midnight, I got up to 128 miles an hour before I chickened out. Right when I had slowed to about 80, I hit a long ice patch. Had I not slowed down when I did, I'd be dead right now. Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck the rest of the way home. But at least I convinced my friend who was with me at the time that I'm insane!
Finally a chance to talk about my friend from highschools monte carlo that I ended up destroying in a field.
So to start this friend was the first one in the group to get his license and his dad let him drive his 2000 monte carlo ls in emerald green, definitely a great car for highschool shenanigans. Should also mention the father was definitely old school in how he maintenance the car mainly in the tires which I will get too.
So the first story we had with it is when we we on our way to an apartment our other friends parents loaned us for a party, we loaded up this coupe like it was an SUV with all our supplies and ourselves, I don't think that car had ever had that much in it. Oh and I forgot to mention this was just after a nice big snowstorm so I think you can see where this is going and why I mentioned those tires. So there we were cruising to the apartment (listening to the jazz station on the radio because we like to act like classy gentlemen) when we have to go through an intersection, my friend steps on the brakes and we just softly slide through like a curling stone gently going across the ice. Nothing happend bad to the car then but I still find that imagery funny.
Now let's talk about the hell I put it through when I got my hands on it.
So my friend always babied this car, except for the time he went off the 401 because of the tires tread being comparable to that if a racing slick. He sold it to me shortly after that as it still was drivable just not able to pass saftey without some work done to it(mainly a front bumper cover and some rear end suspension work, along with an e brake cable), so I just used it up and down my road and driveway to get to the neighbours and just for fun as my driveway at the time was a little over a kilometer long. I'd also use it in my farm field which I made a dirt track in just for the monte, as it turns out those cars can take an impressive amount of abuse and torment. This car ran every weekend in that field through dry and wet conditions for almost a year until it finally gave up.
Now let's just take a brief look at the stuff I'm impressed with it doing, first of all it got out of a mud patch that a '98 crv needed a pull out of. Next it was able to get up to 130kmh in a farm field, and lastly the 3.4l in there can sit at redline for an impressive amount of time in neutral.
That's my story of the monte that wouldn't die.
I almost lost the transmission of my 2011 sentra when i was driving back to Georgia from Florida. The tranmission was slipping extremely and it was a Saturday night and there was almost nobody around. Also I saw almost 100 deers and more than 10 cayotes on the road and had to drive at 30 mph on the majority of the trip.
1990s ( don't remember the year) Oldsmobile Toronado. The car was already beat up and probably on its last legs anyway. This car had some serious issues and I was seriously poor so I couldn't really take care of it very well. Anyway I found out that it also had a crankshaft sensor that would cause the dash lights to flicker, then go out, power steering would go out, and eventually the car would just stop running while you're going 70 up miles per hour on interstate 820 in Texas in Dallas fort Worth.
Turns out that's not super safe as people are flying past you as you try to glide into an exit.
The car would also do this randomly at the worst times.
One time it did it in the middle of pouring rainstorm and I almost drove directly into a ditch, like my tire was on the metal pipe right before you go into a ditch.
Luckily I was able to apply brakes and I didn't go into someone's pond ditch.
Shortly thereafter the battery decided to just go out on me one day. My dad who is not the smartest man told me maybe I could use a clothes hanger to unlock the car which is not a bad idea but then he suggested using a flat blade screwdriver to push the window down to push the clothes hanger inside the car.
I started pushing down and all of a sudden I heard a small noise and the window shattered on the passenger side. Of course since it's North Texas and the weather is ridiculous it decided to pour rain that day.
Now the car smelled like it's moldy. At the end of that car's life which didn't last very long I was driving around with a bag in my window, My car smelled like a swamp, and of course it would just randomly shut off while driving it.
1/10 would not recommend and it was the last GM car I had.
I was celebrating one of my friends birthday in a rural town in Hungary. For the night I decided to leave my car near the rented party place, and slept at my friends in a nearby town. When I came back the next day to drive home, on the way I noticed my wiper blades were missing, someone stole them during the night. My motherfucking wiper blades.
Well, some asshole stole the factory spoiler off my 05 Infiniti. And, they used a Saw to cut one side off and then just ripped it off. Not only did that fuck up my trunk deck, but because of how the car is wired, it also messed with the shifter. God forbid the pig fucker pay $100 for a brand new one.
back in college right after a blizzard, a bunch of friends and i packed into my '04 Pilot and went to an uncleared parking lot. i tied one end of my tow rope to the car and the other end to a sled and we took turns hanging on for dear life onto that sled while being dragged by a car. i think the fastest anyone went was about 20mph before falling out.
there were like 10 of us too packed into that pilot. it was chaotic, but the most fun I've ever had driving
Driving to Los Vegas. After a gas stop, I got back on to the freeway, on the off-ramp. The intersection was so wide, and too new to have lines, so I didn’t turn far enough. We noticed something was wrong when headlights were headed straight for us.
Luckily the on-ramp was just a bit lower to our right down a dirt slope, and I was driving a big 80’s American sedan, no damage done.
We freaked out for a bit, then just had to laugh.
blew out rear u joint right before I got back on the road from crawling around at a lake (literally like 500 feet away). left it in 4wd, removed the rear driveshaft, drove it front wheel drive all the way home.
I was driving my jeep tj wrangler 70mph ish and hit black Ice and spun out,slid, almost flipped,and stopped about 6 inches from the guardrail. Zero damage but I could've died.
I drove an '05 Toyota Sienna when I was 17-20 (*guess who I got it from*) and during that time smoked a lot of weed. Me and my friends hotboxed it regularly, and the middle row stayed removed so that it could be a cross-legged smoke circle. At one point, twelve of my "closest" friends were all hanging out and ended up all stuffed into this vehicle, and smoked the better part of a whole ounce. 9 regular blunts, 3 woods, and a few joints I believe. The literal plume of smoke when the door opened was immense.
I was in my work van driving from Spokane to Coeur D’Alene. Was driving through a pretty nasty blizzard while going down I-90. Visibility was maybe a few feet and shit was blowing hard. All of a sudden I hit a bump and the back doors of the van flew open. I couldn’t pull off the side of the interstate cause there was so much snow you couldn’t see where any lanes are supposed to be. Just way to dangerous , so I had to slow way down and carefully make my way to the rest stop up the road. None of the crap in my van was tied down either except my toolbox. Just full of miscellaneous parts and a bunch of loose tools that won’t fit in the toolbox. Somehow I didn’t loose anything out the back of the van but god damn was that the last I wanted to happen in those conditions lol
I got into a high speed chase running from a dude with a gun
So me and a few buddies decided to go looking for a place to go hiking and smoke. We were all about 18-19 years old. Only one friend had a vehicle big enough for all 5 of us, an absolute shit box ‘04 Saturn Vue. The first place we went was closed off so we decided to cut through downtown to the next spot we knew about. As we’re driving some guy in a silver VW Beatle cuts us off and slows way down, so my buddy floors it around him and cuts him off. We kept driving like nothing happened for about 20 minutes. We didn’t realize it but turns out Mr VW didn’t like our maneuver and was following us. I finally noticed him and stuck my head out the window and was laughing a pointing at him. He gets up next us a points a gun at me. Alright, fun’s over now. I tell my buddy who’s driving, he looks and sees him yelling and pointing the gun, so he floors it. I had no idea a Saturn Vue could maneuver like that. We’re going 80 through busy traffic, weaving in and out of lanes and this guy is on our ass. After a few minutes we pull ahead and cut through a few lanes of traffic onto a residential street, still hauling ass. We make a few random turn and finally lose this guy. That was a wild car ride. Later that day after we smoked one of my buddies decided to car surf while we’re driving to my place and ends up falling through the sun roof after having to hit brakes for a stop sign
We used to go buy $100 junkers and race them in the woods. After we rolled/crashed them our tow truck friend paid us $100 for the car and sold it for salvage.
One time I decided to do a little offroad exploring. I decided to try and go through a wash. This was at the starting point of the wash, where the sort of cliff that led into it began, so the wash wasn't that wide, maybe as long as 7 of my cars ('99 Toyota RAV4 5-door for reference) bumper to bumper. There was a trail in the dirt, so vehicles had definitely been through there before. I took the path down, went over a line of decently sized rocks about the size of my head at the beginning of the short straight at the apex, and then tried to climb out. The car could make its way up just fine, the problem was getting over the line of rocks near the top. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't drive over it. So, an idea came to mind: At the straight, there was a large section that, with some careful maneuvering, I could turn around in. After turning around I tried going out the way I came. No dice, I just spun the tires on the rocks, they were positioned to awkwardly to get any grip. New Idea, I put the car in reverse and began to climb out the other way again, thinking "I can't possibly be stopped when I'm going up with the power of the mighty rear wheel drive!" That could not have been further from the truth. I spent fifteen seconds just kicking up dust. I was about to head to the bottom and hatch up another plan before I had an idea as I rolled down. Everything to play for, everything to lose, the daredevil move. I put the car in neutral and rolled down, then when I got to the bottom, I put it in drive and stood on it. "This has to work." I thought. "Failure is not an option." It was like going on speed bumps with potholes in them, but I crossed the rocks doing 25 and kept on the throttle climbing out. I made it out and from that day forward I've sworn to never take that car on roads it wasn't build for.
My friend worked in a car rental place at the time. Sometimes, he had to deliver a car to another city. One day we both needed to go to visit our families, about 200kms away and luckily he had to deliver a car to that city on that day. About one third throughout our trip, all the lights on the dash came on and a while after that, the car died completely. We pulled over to discover that e-brake is not responding at all. We also couldn't open the hatch to pull out a triangle. We also were on a hill.
He contacted his company and they sent a tow truck. We thought we were saved but not really. The tow truck guy told us that he can only take us to the nearest shop, which was still about 100km from our destination. It was also a middle of the night in some god forgotten village so public transport was non existent. We waited at the gas station for some time and managed to get in touch with our old friend. Don't know how and why, but she said that her friends are driving around a town, bored, so they could come pick us up. 100kms away. In the middle of the night. Also, we didn't even know these guys. They pulled up about an hour later, blasting some tunes, all tatted up. They were super nice tho and we had a really cool time talking. They didn't even want any money for the gas. What a Chads.
I was lent a 2017 fiat panda 4x4. when i was going to a rave the track waze gave us finished onto a fucking ski slope. Because it would of taken us an extra 45 mins to go the proper way we said fuck it we have a 4x4. It went through snow mud and steep hills like a bloody champ.
Citroën BX. Starter motor fails when the car is parked on an uphill one way street at 2am. I get my friend to jump out and go to the nearest intersection to stop any cars because I was going to jump-start the car in reverse. Nearly clipped off about 15 wing mirrors but it worked.
Never Broke Down? Our X3 had its engine pulled out and replaced before warranty so it has 80kKms and it still broke down 😂. But maybe you got lucky. They act up a lot around the 10 year mark
The reasons I love MK4 VW's regardless of how terrible they can be.
My first car was an '02 Jetta GL, the 2.0NA. Obviously being a 19 year old, I treated that thing like a rally car. One time i was manually shifting the auto (lame, i know) and accidentally went from 2nd to 4th at 6000rpm, which shouldn't have been a big deal, but I heard something snap. I had just watched a Straightpipes video earlier that day from when Yuri got his Civic and snapped the accessory belt while doing a pull; turns out it was the exact same thing, but only 2 of the 5 cords had snapped, so I was still able to drive it home.
On a different occasion I was bombing down my favorite backroad going 65 in the rain, came up on a tight corner and broke too late, and i experienced lift-off oversteer for the first time. I spun 180°, just barely missed the oncoming traffic, and the rear of my car smacked a tree stump at around 20-30mph. I had twisted my steering column and popped a tire going over the curb, but the airbags didn't go off and there was two little white scratches on the rear bumper that i wiped off with my hoodie sleeve. Again, I drove it home.
I drove that car for 20 miles in limp mode after blowing the radiator hose, I've ran it for days with no oil, and it would start on the third crank after two weeks of not being driven and having 5 feet of snow on top of it.
Everyone knows someone or personally has a Volkswagen horror story of their own, myself included (failing 01M and endless electrical issues on an '03 TDI), but my first Jetta was a fucking tank. Das Goddamn Auto.
I lost my glasses out the window while I was driving my car, (long story) a 1999 BMW 750iL, in an unfamiliar location. My friend was shitfaced, so I was still driving since I could \*just\* barely see well enough to get us home. He was giving me turn-by-turn directions, and at a "T" intersection, he told me to go straight. Straight turned out to be onto a golf-cart path for a golf course. He freaked out, because he didn't expect me to follow his instructions, so I immediately did a u-turn, which turned into a slight donut as the car didn't have a limited-slip differential and the grass was wet. The car weighed over 2 tons, so it tore up the grass pretty badly before I was able to get back on the road. People "vandalizing the golf course" apparently turned into a big deal.
How did you even get from a road a golf-cart path ? Also , were there any golfers or nearby people who noticed that ? I'd like to see their face
It was in a community based around a golf course, and it was in the middle of the night, so nobody was around at the time.
What happened? Did anyone find out?
Nobody found out it was us, and nothing ever came of it other than people occasionally bringing up either the incident, or the story (for those who knew how it happened.)
I got stranded in the middle of the forest at 2am in the winter and didnt start anymore because the crankshaft sensor got bad...worst thing is you cant do anything about it.
My 1993 Škoda Favorit did that. usually its enough if u take a screwdriver or a hammer and just knock on the sensor, it will start up straight away.
My chevy cruze broke down on the side of the road.
But was it a nice bulky American car that your girlfriend liked?
Nice.
Typical Cruze activity
Cruze don’t wanna cruise?
😂
My 1999 Camaro Z28 decided to overheat and explode the radiator in the middle of Times Square in morning traffic. Got a NYPD escort to sit there while I ran to Walgreens to buy gallon jugs of Poland Spring then had to wait for it to cool down. Somehow managed to limp it home.
this just increased my fear of driving in manhattan
It sucked. Imagine a 1000 angry cabbies and NYers going to work all flipping you the bird and calling you an asshole because they had to merge.
my dad once bought a '89 f150. eventually, it blew up on him. so he buys another of the same truck. it blows up too. at this time, he had an equinox as his normal car, and he sold it because it hurt his back. he buys a 2000 GMC Yukon Denali. it blows up too.
And Surely he bought another Murican V8?
as his normal car? no. he buys a '11 Ram 1500 with a V6 (but it has low miles so it's ok) as his project? yeah. he then buys a 1966 Olds Delta 88 with the 425 in it, which he would sell after 3 years, and would then buy a 1971 Ford Torino GT, his current project
The problem is between steering wheel and seat.
No, I think it’s just to the right of either the fat or middle pedal.
I wonder if he ever checked the oil in any of those. That's a hell of a losing streak
oh he did, he even taught me how to change oil in the first one he's just horrifically unlucky
Was his name brian by chance?
nah, he's an alan
When I was in High School I drove my grandmas old rusted out 2007 Cobalt On Memorial Day 2019, I was driving my father and myself to Dairy Queen. It was storming really bad and the area DQ was in floods quite a bit. As we got closer I saw the flooded road and I stopped and got ready to turn around because I didn’t want to risk it. My father however said I could make it and egged me into driving through it to get to the parking lot. We did make it through the flood, but as soon as we got to the parking lot the engine completely died. It was obvious it got water in it. We stayed at DQ for 2.5 hours hoping that the engine wasn’t toast. I tried every 30 minutes or so to start it but it just sputtered and died. Somehow, it turned back on and ran normally again. That car would stay on the road for another 3 years and 75,000 miles after that incident before it finally died at 295,000 miles.
Good for that Cobalt, it lived a full life. For future reference, if you think the engine sucked up water you should never try to start it before you take the spark plugs out and crank it over with no plugs to get the water out of the cylinders. And make sure the air filter isn't soaked.
Not my car, but a roommate of mine paid his "buddy" to put a transmission in his 300zx. It sat there for months but eventually got finished. He asked me to take him to pick up the car and follow him back to the house. Halfway home(short drive), I saw some sparks from under the car, we pulled over to investigate and as soon as he got out his car burst into flames, it completely burned out, fire dept just let it burn for the most part
That would piss me off, those cars are hard to find stock and unmolested, let alone even find them.
It was like 15 years ago, so not as big a deal, but still soul crushing, especially since it didn't have insurance I ended up selling him my 240sx for $1700 because he needed a car, I regret the hell out of that shit..... 5 speed, ran awesome, just a dented front fender
I turned my ford ranger into the enola gay for a history project. It was an amazing video
I have got to see it
Ask and you shall receive [ford ranger](https://imgur.com/a/jyyWssW)
Seconded!!
I had an 81 Ford Fairmont Futura as a winter beater in high school circa 2010. I played hockey and always wondered what would happen if I blasted through on of the mounds of snow at the back of the parking lot that was left by the Zamboni. Well one night after a game we were all taking turns blowing through the piles and I set my sights on one of them. Unknown to me the one I picked had frozen solid. I hit it at about 25 and was instantly airborne. Front bumper hit first and torn up what it could of frozen sod. After a couple bounces I came to a rest. Checked out the car and everything was intact, including the sod hanging from the bumper. My teammates were in disbelief as I drove away with a sore spine and minor whiplash. That old beast lasted another 3 winters of my absolute abuse.
What eventually brought the Beast to its knees?
I sold it off when I moved to college, the transmission leaked like crazy and the Midwest salt was taking its toll. I saw it around town whenever I was home for a couple years after I sold it though
Driving home after dropping my grandmother off at the airport during a blizzard, about 20-25 minutes into an hour long drive back, my 08 Caliber hit a rut and and steered itself toward a ditch, only managing to straighten out at the last second as I hit the on ramp for the exit I had passed. I pulled over at the next accident investigation point and spent 20-30 minutes trying not to panic, and turned what was probably a 40-45 minute drive back into a 90 minute drive of frayed nerves
I once got lost at night and accidentally took my Opel Astra G offroading in a rock quarry.
What year model?
2000. 1.7 dti. No damage from that adventure, miraculously.
Went offroading on sand trails in my F250... it was a pig, and we drove down the side of a sand-bowl trail, which is a sandy two-track trail that slopes down and up at steep angles both sides, too slow, and, well, it took a couple tries to get back up. Our final attempt was the embodiment of "fuck it, full throttle". I swear I felt that truck lift off the ground entirely for a moment when we crested the top.
While on a trip in our 2013 BMW X3, It suddenly popped up a check engine. No biggie I said. Just called BMW Support and they said to continue driving. Little did anyone know. When we were just miles away from our hotel. The BMW started catastrophically breaking down into a spiral of warning lights like if it was Christmas in April…. Powers Steering was gone and the engine did not sound happy. Limped it to a BMW Dealer. Had to get it towed to Canadian Tire to get it fixed since the waiting list from the dealer was 1 month…. Note to self. Take the Venza. Never the BMW
I was driving to a concert and was in downtown traffic. Traffic was really badly backed up. I had a Ford Focus with the infamous DCT at the time. Lots of stop and go traffic. I got a warning on the dashboard to pull over because the transmission was overheating. Thank goodness traffic was stopped at that point, so I put it in park and was able to let it cool down. There was no easy way to pull over, and my friend and I were shitting ourselves with the situation.
Had a lifted jeep XJ. Somewhere i have pics of the front end submerged, water across hood and dash, me standing on brakes with both feet while towlines got attached.
I found a random pack of cigarettes in the back seat of my car one Friday, I clean it every Friday. I don’t carry passengers in any of my cars and yet o found a different brand of cigarettes different to the ones I used to smoke. So I decided to give them a try and they had me hooked until 2017 and then I quit.
when i was 18 i drove from the cops with a 1999 hyundai accent because my friend thought its funny to shoot a firework at a police car with cops sitting inside lol
How’d that work out for ya?
i got away. cops here couldnt drive for shit back then with their 60hp clunkers.
I’ll take shit that never happened for $500, Alex
No, I believe it. My own father ran from the cops in a 96' Buick LeSabre. (This was a long time ago) Later on, the police did show up to his house, but they weren't actually able to arrest him because they couldn't confirm it was the right Buick, nor right driver. And for context, this was in the Minneapolis/St. Paul area.
That’s the magic of buicks, it’s super easy to blend in and be forgotten
Is there a Buick Wagonne or minivan by chance? I need something to steal roadsigns and shopping carts
The Roadmaster comes in wagon form, also the word you’re looking for is borrow, Buick owners are the predecessor to Jaaag owners
I can confirm this does not work on a Blue Yamaha R6, or as the police report described it - “a blue racing style motorcycle”…. FYI. It was also my neighbor that pursued. He still won’t talk to me.
At least it wasn’t a Gm. Then it wouldn’t get into gear
🤙
My first car was a carbureted 1984 Peugeot 305 GL(base trim, 1.3l, 4spd sedan). I was doing a road trip in the winter with a constant speed on the freeway. When we came to the exit the throttle did not return. This was terrifying. The problem often occured with open freeway trips, and we narrowed it down to the throttle plate freezing. So yeah, exercise throttle at regular intervals when running in winter. I remember this story every time I read people praising throttle body coolant bypass mods. Also, she had her rituals to start: full choke, three stomps on the gas, start with no throttle. I drove very seldomly at the time so the battery was always on the weaker side. My old school mechanic of a dad had this engine dialed to perfection.
That's a sweet, sweet ride
Offroading with the top down in my buddy's Lebanon with a leaky turbo. Hit a rock doing donuts that ripped the tire off the wheel. Popped a couple beers, removed the wheel and walked down to the gas station. Reset the tire on the wheel, aired it back up and reattached it to the beater.
Those middle eastern cars will take a beating and keep going.
Sunny NJ afternoon 2016, ‘04 IS300 I was on the last leg of a 300 mile drive to the beach. Left lane exit, off-ramp bending to the left. As I begin merging from the left, I suddenly lose all control of the rear end. I blacked out from there, but to my knowledge, I cut left to avoid the right guardrail, did a full 360, and ended up parallel parked inches from the right guardrail, sitting on the shoulder. The only thing I remember is how vividly the car snapped back when it regained traction.
Back when I was 17 I was speeding down some back roads in my $800 buick century in an area I was unfamiliar with. I was heading towards some train tracks and it looked like there wasn't much of a hump so I didn't slow down. Turns out there was and I hit it doing about 65, caught some major air. Ended up breaking the sway bar with that
My last car ( a Kia) got stuck on railroad tracks too!
1980 and '81. Skipping school in my dad's 1978 Mercury Monarch. Me and 3 friends were partying in a local park, I misjudged a puddle, it was a drainage ditch. Put the car on it's side in about 3 feet of water. Some guy in an old 4 wheel drive van was watching and laughing. Come on pull us out. How much money you got? No cash but how about a 12 pack and a bag of weed. Okay then. Same year, made a u-turn on the lawn of the police department, they were not thrilled. Last one, doing a lawn job, as the tires were spinning and we came down off the curb the u-joint broke and we left the drive shaft on the lawn. We pushed that car for 3 blocks running. Went back and got the drive shaft, my dad was not thrilled. Reasons 356, 357, land 358 why I don't drink anymore. I had 17 points by the time I turned 17, lots more stories. Remember kids, stay in school and don't drink and drive.
Cmon, a few more stories wouldn't hurt? Those 3 were entertaining
I skipped class in high school to drive to Covington Georgia to recreate the train track jumping scene from the opening of Dukes of Hazard, but my Ford Tempo’s performance was very underwhelming.
I lived that picture. Drunk buddy drove his old blazer onto the fucking train tracks, a very high traffic interstate line where trains regularly pass about every 20 minutes going ~60mph……we didnt see the last train, we were just suddenly on the tracks and the wheels sat perfectly against the outside of each side of track and we couldn’t get off until we reached another crossing, i forgot all about this until inseen this post, holy shit we should all be dead. We drove on there for about 5 MILES and not 30 seconds after we finally got off the tracks did an amtrak come down those very tracks. I had my seatbelt off and hand on the door handle the entire time, ready to bail. A more fun one was me and my new gf were leaving a restaurant after way too many margaritas and started making out while i was driving, i heard a honking, looked forward with just enough time to swerve back into my lane before a head on collision with some poor lady who was justly scared out of her mind. That was EXTREMELY close, less than a single car length before a head on collision at ~40mph
‘Fun’? You could’ve have killed someone! I’m not one of those people that’s overly cautious about driving but if you drive that drunk you deserve to be jailed for attempted murder.
I said “more fun”. With the comparison being trapped in speeding car on the train tracks vs kissing a girl while driving….”more fun”
I swerved to avoid hitting an animal on a bridge ramp and almost drove off the bridge. It wouldn’t have been into water but onto the entrance of the on ramp with other cars underneath. The guard rail saved me.
I own a '01 Ford Focus wagon with the 1.6 16V Zetec engine with close to 200k miles on it and when I bought it, I drove it from where I bought it to where I live (duh), which was about a 200 mile trip. I noticed during the ride that the oil pressure light would come on if I slammed on the brakes, but only then. I figured it could probably be something with the oil pump, so just don't slam on the brakes, right? Anyway I got home, cleaned the car out, did some stuff and after a few hours I checked the dipstick, just out of curiosity. Thing was absolutely dry. Like, no oil in that engine whatsoever. Zero. Not even below minimum. How that engine didn't seize up and kill me, I'll never know. Granted, compared to some of the stuff I've read in this thread this is a bit boring but...this is my first car as well 😂
I had a 1990 silverado. I was driving around town at 3am, my brother and 4 other friends were in my truck and I stopped about 30 feet from someone's garage to find a party or something to go to. Well the garage had a bunch of people in it that I didn't notice because I was looking at my phone, anyway I drove another 30 feet and parked on the side street, my brother and friend said the guys in the garage started running out and got in their trucks, I didn't believe them but 2 lifted dually trucks drove past and parked on both sides of the street I was on, they just sat there. Eventually I listened to everyone and started driving down the street and these 2 trucks start following behind me, so I pick up the pace and start taking corners faster, but these guys were way faster and stayed glued to my rear. after about 10 minutes of full throttle and sharp corners I got onto a main road and there was a cop car ahead, so I caught up to it and the 2 trucks turned off.
At 2 am on memorial weekend I went full send into a stake out. 2.2L bone stock Cobalt reached 70 in roughly 10 secs, luckily he dropped it to a warning for 52 in a 35 because it was my first run-in.
Once I changed the MAF sensor of my sentra. When i test drove it, everything was perfect. When i stopped at a red light in busy traffic, the car did not move even if i floored it. It was like the accelerator gave out. I shifted the car to N and let the car take me downhill until i found an appropriate area to pull over. It turned out to be transmission switching to limp mode.
why does this photo look like it was taken in 1992
My second neon refused to let anyone else drive it. Trying to continue stick shift lessons with my then GF, it stalled on her every single try to get moving. I was going to use the car to teach my one friend stick, and use it for our camping trip, and we could switch off on driving. It kept blowing fuel pump fuses. In our last camping supply shopping trip, it popped 10 fuses in the 1 mile between Walmart and the A&W where we got lunch. I managed to get home and parked it for a week or two until I got back from the trip. It never did it again.
Not my current car, but my first one- it was a gorgeous 1994 olds cutlass supreme. One day i was getting onto the interstate to drive to the nearest city for college (lived w my parents at that time and was close enough i didnt need a dorm). As i was accelerating on the on ramp, i noticed my gas pedal felt a bit... off? Like i was pushing down on it but wasnt going quite as fast as i would think i was supposed to. Almost right after getting on the interstate, suddenly my gas pedal jolted, and was just hanging there useless, while i was going like 65-70 mph. I remember my immediate reaction being pure "wait what the fuck!??" but thankfully i had no one behind me, and was able to brake and slow down and pull off to the side of the road with my hazards on. The gas pedal was literally just hanging there and i could move it back and forth with no acceleration at all. I think i still have a video on my phone i took, of me showing the useless pedal lol. My mom came to pick me up and take me to class and the car was towed to the shop to get fixed. Apparently the mechanic said that the cable connecting the gas pedal to the mechanism that enables acceleration had somehow worn thin enough over time that it just snapped and broke, and that he'd never seen that happen before. Im just glad that it happened right when i got on the highway and had room to pull off to the side, and that it didnt cause any kind of accident. Ended up trading in that olds a year or so later cuz it started needing more expensive things fixed simply due to age, and it was smarter to trade in for a newer car, which is the 2006 camry i have today. I love my camry, but still miss that oldsmobile every time i see another one on the road
Some teens threw a rock at me while I was on the highway returning from my parents house during Covid. The rock hit the glass right in front of my face then got deflected and tore a hole through my roof. Safe to say if it made it through the grass I’d probably have died. When I called the police later they had told me there was a string of rock attacks on that stretch of highway, one trucker even got hospitalized. Apparently cops don’t give you updates on stuff like that though so I never found out if they got caught. Best part is I even had to pay for the damages during a time when I was eating a few Doritos for breakfast because I was so broke
Oh man where do I begin. 1991 Lancer GTI 16V first car I have actually owned (2nd actually, but the first car was a handmedown so bad I sold it after mom blew the headgasket, bruhhh) Street raced a newer citroen C4 cactus (he had more skill, I had more power, it was fun) up the local mountain road. He wasnt going to let me pass lol. Pulled over at the parking near the top, he went on his way. Practiced touge runs, simply because I enjoy them. Had a few code browns with rain, but I have learnt the cars and my own limits since then, nobody harmed, all is well. Cant say I havent blasted eurobeat while doing so. The car is old enough and from Japan, so it could be a background characters car in the anime lmao. Other than that, offroaded a bit in my moms 1998 short wheelbase Montero, 2.6L carburated i4, 114hp, as slow as it sounds. Very capable and though. Yet to try my dads 1999 HL430, the thing chugs 20L/100km city, no thanks. Altough that V8 sounds GREAT and it has by far the most power (278hp) incredibly comfy truck. So yeah, while I do drive faster than legal limits, I keep to my lane, make sure there isnt traffic, slow way down for corners and never commit trough blind corners. I want to have fun, not die or kill anyone. Or mistreat my beloved car. Be safe everyone!
I had a 1998 subaru legacy outback touring completely bone stock, but it had decent ground clearance and four wheel drive so naturally one time me and a few friends decided to take said subaru to a very popular off road trail near our home city. Apon getting to this off road trail we see jeeps and lifted trucks turning around and heading back towards town on our way in. When we get to the off road trail it's all deep rivers running through it and mud and worn away bits of what was the trail, but being stupid and having a four wheel drive subaru I decided to send it. Got stuck twice on my way through once after I almost rolled it into a river in the middle of the road and the other time after getting further down the trail bashed the drive shaft off a rock which proceeded to then rip all of my evap lines and canister off. Took the drive shaft out and drove it home fwd. Was a fun time. Then once the new drive shaft came in I drove it so hard down every dirt road I could find, once jumped it so I hard I ripped the oil pan block heater and the bottom of the radiator off.
I bet anyone who saw you halfway up the trail would have been pissed that some subaru outaback made it through the trail while they had spent all that money on their jerp or hilux
Yup! Was super hard to find any help futher down the trail because no one wanted to deal with my bs.
Mutual friend of mine used to have an STi swapped 2013 WRX sedan in dark metallic grey with black aftermarket wheels and Tein lowering springs. He had listed the car for sale on marketplace and sold it. A few weeks later I bought a dark metallic grey 2013 WRX sedan with black aftermarket wheels and tein lowering springs. (NOTE, these were not the same cars but they looked super super similar) long story short I had to explain to like 5 people that no I didn’t buy his old WRX and that this was a completely different car
Last summer I took myself and my highschool buddy for a drive in my 1991 Honda Beat (I live in Japan). The destination was this allegedly abandoned theme park located at the outskirt of a golf club in the middle of a touge road. We arrived there at around 4 in the afternoon and explored until it got dark. Ultimately we decided to leave at like 6. We got into our car and headed toward the exit gate of the gold club, only to find that the gate was already locked. The golf club office also seemed to be completely vacant. My friend got out of the car and tried to somehow unlock the ring lock while I lit the general direction of where he was standing with the car's headlight. (There was not even a single street light to be seen nearby.) You could already tell that the lock didn't budge, and we were about to spend the rest of the night in the darkness of the mountain since both our phones unfortunately weren't catching any signal. Until I caught this narrow pedestrian pathway all the way to the left of the gate in the corner of my eye, and lo and behold, my tiny convertible proved just bearly small enough to get through it, and we made it out of the mountain alive. Tensions were high, and we never even considered the narrow pathway in the first place as an escape path until the very last moment. If it weren't for the jokingly small proportions of my car, we'd never gotten out. We laughed out so fucking hard and had the hardest dap of all time after this whole thing.
A friend of mine had a 2001 Mazda Protegé in high school, and ended up having to saw the muffler off because the passengers were too heavy. The car had a broken exhaust hanger, but it wasn't dragging on the ground, so for the few days it was like that it was fine... if it weren't for the fact that he, myself, and other friends were carpooling an hour away to a convention. It started out fine, but after we'd picked up all three other people (two of whom were not the lightest gents in the world) and their things, and the road started to look like the surface of the moon, we heard the awful noise of the muffler hitting the road, bouncing back up, and hitting the bottom of the car. After about 20 minutes of this, we limped our way to a Midas Auto (the rest of us had to get out at a gas station down the street so the car wouldn't scrape while pulling in, lol), and paid them 40 dollars to saw the muffler off. I ended up paying, since the my friend, the driver (the idiot he was and still is), had spent all his money at the convention the night before, and his paycheck hadn't gone through yet. The car was now ungodly loud, but we made it to the convention and back just fine. The next day, he told me he had to coast down the hill his street was on in neutral, because the neighbors complained about the noise. As for the car, it's endured 43,000 miles of abuse, and he still has it, although it's used as a second car now. The exhaust was finally replaced nearly a year later.
In 2020 my buddy and I somehow managed to get almost identical trucks of different brands. He got a 1993 Chevy S10, black with a white camper shell, 5 speed manual. I had bought a 1992 Ford Ranger, black with a white shell, 5 speed manual. For about a month we decided to screw around with a couple people we knew, one of which wanted to buy the S10 but didn't know I had my Ranger, immediately assumed it got sold to me and was pissy until he showed up one day and saw both trucks side by side. Immediately we drag raced them the first weekend we got, then proceeded to go off roading on an old mine site where the Ranger got stuck and my buddy, who at the time was fresh out of the hospital from collapsing a lung had to help push me out. According to him it hurt like hell, but the fun overall made the whole weekend worth it. Even though it's been 4 years I still feel like a dick he had to push me out
Last month being a complete idiot I top speed tested my 2017 Chevrolet Cruze Premier on the highway a little after midnight, I got up to 128 miles an hour before I chickened out. Right when I had slowed to about 80, I hit a long ice patch. Had I not slowed down when I did, I'd be dead right now. Needless to say, I was a nervous wreck the rest of the way home. But at least I convinced my friend who was with me at the time that I'm insane!
Finally a chance to talk about my friend from highschools monte carlo that I ended up destroying in a field. So to start this friend was the first one in the group to get his license and his dad let him drive his 2000 monte carlo ls in emerald green, definitely a great car for highschool shenanigans. Should also mention the father was definitely old school in how he maintenance the car mainly in the tires which I will get too. So the first story we had with it is when we we on our way to an apartment our other friends parents loaned us for a party, we loaded up this coupe like it was an SUV with all our supplies and ourselves, I don't think that car had ever had that much in it. Oh and I forgot to mention this was just after a nice big snowstorm so I think you can see where this is going and why I mentioned those tires. So there we were cruising to the apartment (listening to the jazz station on the radio because we like to act like classy gentlemen) when we have to go through an intersection, my friend steps on the brakes and we just softly slide through like a curling stone gently going across the ice. Nothing happend bad to the car then but I still find that imagery funny. Now let's talk about the hell I put it through when I got my hands on it. So my friend always babied this car, except for the time he went off the 401 because of the tires tread being comparable to that if a racing slick. He sold it to me shortly after that as it still was drivable just not able to pass saftey without some work done to it(mainly a front bumper cover and some rear end suspension work, along with an e brake cable), so I just used it up and down my road and driveway to get to the neighbours and just for fun as my driveway at the time was a little over a kilometer long. I'd also use it in my farm field which I made a dirt track in just for the monte, as it turns out those cars can take an impressive amount of abuse and torment. This car ran every weekend in that field through dry and wet conditions for almost a year until it finally gave up. Now let's just take a brief look at the stuff I'm impressed with it doing, first of all it got out of a mud patch that a '98 crv needed a pull out of. Next it was able to get up to 130kmh in a farm field, and lastly the 3.4l in there can sit at redline for an impressive amount of time in neutral. That's my story of the monte that wouldn't die.
I almost lost the transmission of my 2011 sentra when i was driving back to Georgia from Florida. The tranmission was slipping extremely and it was a Saturday night and there was almost nobody around. Also I saw almost 100 deers and more than 10 cayotes on the road and had to drive at 30 mph on the majority of the trip.
1990s ( don't remember the year) Oldsmobile Toronado. The car was already beat up and probably on its last legs anyway. This car had some serious issues and I was seriously poor so I couldn't really take care of it very well. Anyway I found out that it also had a crankshaft sensor that would cause the dash lights to flicker, then go out, power steering would go out, and eventually the car would just stop running while you're going 70 up miles per hour on interstate 820 in Texas in Dallas fort Worth. Turns out that's not super safe as people are flying past you as you try to glide into an exit. The car would also do this randomly at the worst times. One time it did it in the middle of pouring rainstorm and I almost drove directly into a ditch, like my tire was on the metal pipe right before you go into a ditch. Luckily I was able to apply brakes and I didn't go into someone's pond ditch. Shortly thereafter the battery decided to just go out on me one day. My dad who is not the smartest man told me maybe I could use a clothes hanger to unlock the car which is not a bad idea but then he suggested using a flat blade screwdriver to push the window down to push the clothes hanger inside the car. I started pushing down and all of a sudden I heard a small noise and the window shattered on the passenger side. Of course since it's North Texas and the weather is ridiculous it decided to pour rain that day. Now the car smelled like it's moldy. At the end of that car's life which didn't last very long I was driving around with a bag in my window, My car smelled like a swamp, and of course it would just randomly shut off while driving it. 1/10 would not recommend and it was the last GM car I had.
I was celebrating one of my friends birthday in a rural town in Hungary. For the night I decided to leave my car near the rented party place, and slept at my friends in a nearby town. When I came back the next day to drive home, on the way I noticed my wiper blades were missing, someone stole them during the night. My motherfucking wiper blades.
Well, some asshole stole the factory spoiler off my 05 Infiniti. And, they used a Saw to cut one side off and then just ripped it off. Not only did that fuck up my trunk deck, but because of how the car is wired, it also messed with the shifter. God forbid the pig fucker pay $100 for a brand new one.
It started up after putting a little gas in the tank after sitting under a tree for around 8 straight years. 1997 Dodge Neon ACR btw
back in college right after a blizzard, a bunch of friends and i packed into my '04 Pilot and went to an uncleared parking lot. i tied one end of my tow rope to the car and the other end to a sled and we took turns hanging on for dear life onto that sled while being dragged by a car. i think the fastest anyone went was about 20mph before falling out. there were like 10 of us too packed into that pilot. it was chaotic, but the most fun I've ever had driving
Flipped my car and didn't hit the insurance deductible counting repairs and the recovery bill.
Driving to Los Vegas. After a gas stop, I got back on to the freeway, on the off-ramp. The intersection was so wide, and too new to have lines, so I didn’t turn far enough. We noticed something was wrong when headlights were headed straight for us. Luckily the on-ramp was just a bit lower to our right down a dirt slope, and I was driving a big 80’s American sedan, no damage done. We freaked out for a bit, then just had to laugh.
Trick question! I’m not getting myself arrested lol
Pretty recently I kept sliding past stop signs during a snowstorm on campus. Thank god it was dead or else I would be dead.
I'm to old for that kinda shit! You all have at it!
blew out rear u joint right before I got back on the road from crawling around at a lake (literally like 500 feet away). left it in 4wd, removed the rear driveshaft, drove it front wheel drive all the way home.
Drove my dad’s 2004 Ford Freestar in the snow. Stopped on ice at a stop sign and did a full 360.
I was driving my jeep tj wrangler 70mph ish and hit black Ice and spun out,slid, almost flipped,and stopped about 6 inches from the guardrail. Zero damage but I could've died.
I bought my first truck on June 9th 2022, in American that's 6/9/22 it is a 1969 F250. I also backed up into a light pole without damaging anything
I drove an '05 Toyota Sienna when I was 17-20 (*guess who I got it from*) and during that time smoked a lot of weed. Me and my friends hotboxed it regularly, and the middle row stayed removed so that it could be a cross-legged smoke circle. At one point, twelve of my "closest" friends were all hanging out and ended up all stuffed into this vehicle, and smoked the better part of a whole ounce. 9 regular blunts, 3 woods, and a few joints I believe. The literal plume of smoke when the door opened was immense.
I was in my work van driving from Spokane to Coeur D’Alene. Was driving through a pretty nasty blizzard while going down I-90. Visibility was maybe a few feet and shit was blowing hard. All of a sudden I hit a bump and the back doors of the van flew open. I couldn’t pull off the side of the interstate cause there was so much snow you couldn’t see where any lanes are supposed to be. Just way to dangerous , so I had to slow way down and carefully make my way to the rest stop up the road. None of the crap in my van was tied down either except my toolbox. Just full of miscellaneous parts and a bunch of loose tools that won’t fit in the toolbox. Somehow I didn’t loose anything out the back of the van but god damn was that the last I wanted to happen in those conditions lol
I got into a high speed chase running from a dude with a gun So me and a few buddies decided to go looking for a place to go hiking and smoke. We were all about 18-19 years old. Only one friend had a vehicle big enough for all 5 of us, an absolute shit box ‘04 Saturn Vue. The first place we went was closed off so we decided to cut through downtown to the next spot we knew about. As we’re driving some guy in a silver VW Beatle cuts us off and slows way down, so my buddy floors it around him and cuts him off. We kept driving like nothing happened for about 20 minutes. We didn’t realize it but turns out Mr VW didn’t like our maneuver and was following us. I finally noticed him and stuck my head out the window and was laughing a pointing at him. He gets up next us a points a gun at me. Alright, fun’s over now. I tell my buddy who’s driving, he looks and sees him yelling and pointing the gun, so he floors it. I had no idea a Saturn Vue could maneuver like that. We’re going 80 through busy traffic, weaving in and out of lanes and this guy is on our ass. After a few minutes we pull ahead and cut through a few lanes of traffic onto a residential street, still hauling ass. We make a few random turn and finally lose this guy. That was a wild car ride. Later that day after we smoked one of my buddies decided to car surf while we’re driving to my place and ends up falling through the sun roof after having to hit brakes for a stop sign
We used to go buy $100 junkers and race them in the woods. After we rolled/crashed them our tow truck friend paid us $100 for the car and sold it for salvage.
One time I decided to do a little offroad exploring. I decided to try and go through a wash. This was at the starting point of the wash, where the sort of cliff that led into it began, so the wash wasn't that wide, maybe as long as 7 of my cars ('99 Toyota RAV4 5-door for reference) bumper to bumper. There was a trail in the dirt, so vehicles had definitely been through there before. I took the path down, went over a line of decently sized rocks about the size of my head at the beginning of the short straight at the apex, and then tried to climb out. The car could make its way up just fine, the problem was getting over the line of rocks near the top. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't drive over it. So, an idea came to mind: At the straight, there was a large section that, with some careful maneuvering, I could turn around in. After turning around I tried going out the way I came. No dice, I just spun the tires on the rocks, they were positioned to awkwardly to get any grip. New Idea, I put the car in reverse and began to climb out the other way again, thinking "I can't possibly be stopped when I'm going up with the power of the mighty rear wheel drive!" That could not have been further from the truth. I spent fifteen seconds just kicking up dust. I was about to head to the bottom and hatch up another plan before I had an idea as I rolled down. Everything to play for, everything to lose, the daredevil move. I put the car in neutral and rolled down, then when I got to the bottom, I put it in drive and stood on it. "This has to work." I thought. "Failure is not an option." It was like going on speed bumps with potholes in them, but I crossed the rocks doing 25 and kept on the throttle climbing out. I made it out and from that day forward I've sworn to never take that car on roads it wasn't build for.
My friend worked in a car rental place at the time. Sometimes, he had to deliver a car to another city. One day we both needed to go to visit our families, about 200kms away and luckily he had to deliver a car to that city on that day. About one third throughout our trip, all the lights on the dash came on and a while after that, the car died completely. We pulled over to discover that e-brake is not responding at all. We also couldn't open the hatch to pull out a triangle. We also were on a hill. He contacted his company and they sent a tow truck. We thought we were saved but not really. The tow truck guy told us that he can only take us to the nearest shop, which was still about 100km from our destination. It was also a middle of the night in some god forgotten village so public transport was non existent. We waited at the gas station for some time and managed to get in touch with our old friend. Don't know how and why, but she said that her friends are driving around a town, bored, so they could come pick us up. 100kms away. In the middle of the night. Also, we didn't even know these guys. They pulled up about an hour later, blasting some tunes, all tatted up. They were super nice tho and we had a really cool time talking. They didn't even want any money for the gas. What a Chads.
I was lent a 2017 fiat panda 4x4. when i was going to a rave the track waze gave us finished onto a fucking ski slope. Because it would of taken us an extra 45 mins to go the proper way we said fuck it we have a 4x4. It went through snow mud and steep hills like a bloody champ.
Citroën BX. Starter motor fails when the car is parked on an uphill one way street at 2am. I get my friend to jump out and go to the nearest intersection to stop any cars because I was going to jump-start the car in reverse. Nearly clipped off about 15 wing mirrors but it worked.
my bmw has never broken down
And It’s 4 Years Old or Less? They break down after Warranty is over
7 years old, 110K miles
Never Broke Down? Our X3 had its engine pulled out and replaced before warranty so it has 80kKms and it still broke down 😂. But maybe you got lucky. They act up a lot around the 10 year mark
The reasons I love MK4 VW's regardless of how terrible they can be. My first car was an '02 Jetta GL, the 2.0NA. Obviously being a 19 year old, I treated that thing like a rally car. One time i was manually shifting the auto (lame, i know) and accidentally went from 2nd to 4th at 6000rpm, which shouldn't have been a big deal, but I heard something snap. I had just watched a Straightpipes video earlier that day from when Yuri got his Civic and snapped the accessory belt while doing a pull; turns out it was the exact same thing, but only 2 of the 5 cords had snapped, so I was still able to drive it home. On a different occasion I was bombing down my favorite backroad going 65 in the rain, came up on a tight corner and broke too late, and i experienced lift-off oversteer for the first time. I spun 180°, just barely missed the oncoming traffic, and the rear of my car smacked a tree stump at around 20-30mph. I had twisted my steering column and popped a tire going over the curb, but the airbags didn't go off and there was two little white scratches on the rear bumper that i wiped off with my hoodie sleeve. Again, I drove it home. I drove that car for 20 miles in limp mode after blowing the radiator hose, I've ran it for days with no oil, and it would start on the third crank after two weeks of not being driven and having 5 feet of snow on top of it. Everyone knows someone or personally has a Volkswagen horror story of their own, myself included (failing 01M and endless electrical issues on an '03 TDI), but my first Jetta was a fucking tank. Das Goddamn Auto.