What damage did you do to your parents cars ?
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1) snapped the sun visor off my dads E Type when I was 5. Me and my pal were sat in it pretending it was a spaceship and the sun visor was getting in the way. So I moved it. And it snapped. Actually it’s still snapped. In dads garage. And I’m 43....
2) reversed his Landcrusier down the drive straight into the gate post when I was 17.
Soz Dad.
He got me back a bit, though -
1) I leant him and Mum a new 330d tourer in 03 to tow their caravan and Dad managed to let the hitch gouge my bumper.
And
2) I let him loose in a 991 GTS a year or two back and he decided it would be a good idea to floor the throttle whilst emerging from a side road.... this is why we have traction control and ESP - not to save the young ones. It’s to save the young at heart ones that don’t realise the game has moved on since 1965! His face was an absolute picture and he never borrowed that again. When he borrowed my GT3 a bit later he apparently didn’t go over 50mph for the whole day he had it!!!!! Heheheeh.
2) reversed his Landcrusier down the drive straight into the gate post when I was 17.
Soz Dad.
He got me back a bit, though -
1) I leant him and Mum a new 330d tourer in 03 to tow their caravan and Dad managed to let the hitch gouge my bumper.
And
2) I let him loose in a 991 GTS a year or two back and he decided it would be a good idea to floor the throttle whilst emerging from a side road.... this is why we have traction control and ESP - not to save the young ones. It’s to save the young at heart ones that don’t realise the game has moved on since 1965! His face was an absolute picture and he never borrowed that again. When he borrowed my GT3 a bit later he apparently didn’t go over 50mph for the whole day he had it!!!!! Heheheeh.
I once did a trackday in my mums nissan 100NX without her knowing. It took it well other than needing 2 front tyres and 2 rear wheel bearings afterwards.
My mum wasn’t actually too worried to be fair to her as long as I fixed it, which I did obviously. It went much better after a day of getting thrashed too!
My mum wasn’t actually too worried to be fair to her as long as I fixed it, which I did obviously. It went much better after a day of getting thrashed too!
Here's a funny one that that a friend of mine did.
He drove an old Astra with a dodgy steering lock. Being a cocky 17 year old, he used to "save time" by turning off the ignition and removing the key before turning into his parents drive and letting it roll to a stop. Their drive had impressive stone pillars, the sort that in a contest, the car would come off worse.
One evening, he drove to the shops in his dads company Granada. You can imagine the rest
He drove an old Astra with a dodgy steering lock. Being a cocky 17 year old, he used to "save time" by turning off the ignition and removing the key before turning into his parents drive and letting it roll to a stop. Their drive had impressive stone pillars, the sort that in a contest, the car would come off worse.
One evening, he drove to the shops in his dads company Granada. You can imagine the rest
My mother used to let me move her Mini when I (15 yr old) washed it .....so that I could get both sides clean.
If you let the clutch up too quickly when in reverse you go forward in the car and press harder on the accelerator.....and cannot find the brake. Fortunately, the still open drivers door stops you going completely through the front hedge.
Your neighbour comments later about unusual parking and your mother also notices that her drivers door bin is dented.....I blamed her handbag.
I did confess years later though.
If you let the clutch up too quickly when in reverse you go forward in the car and press harder on the accelerator.....and cannot find the brake. Fortunately, the still open drivers door stops you going completely through the front hedge.
Your neighbour comments later about unusual parking and your mother also notices that her drivers door bin is dented.....I blamed her handbag.
I did confess years later though.
Lad over the road was washing his mum and dads Focus, he was about 16 and decided to move it, this didnt go very well as he couldn't drive so it came flying backwards at full throttle and hit the brick wall on the other side, leaving the car a real mess.The really scary part is my youngest had been pottering up and down on his bike on the pavement seconds earlier, I was faffing about with one of our cars on the path and heard the engine revving and turned round to see it hit the wall, my blood ran cold but luckily he was stood at the end of our drive, still chokes me up thinking about it now.
My Dad bought his first BMW back in 1988 - an E reg E30 325i.
He loved and cherished it. After I had passed my test I upheld a sustained mithering to let me 'have a little drive' of it.
There was a petrol station around a mile away from home and he gave me a fiver to put in.
Anyone who's driven an E30 will know the pedals are offset a little to the right - I drove onto the forecourt and pressed the clutch pedal instead of the brake in coasted right into the rear of a brand new Renault 5 Turbo that the owner was just filling up.
He loved and cherished it. After I had passed my test I upheld a sustained mithering to let me 'have a little drive' of it.
There was a petrol station around a mile away from home and he gave me a fiver to put in.
Anyone who's driven an E30 will know the pedals are offset a little to the right - I drove onto the forecourt and pressed the clutch pedal instead of the brake in coasted right into the rear of a brand new Renault 5 Turbo that the owner was just filling up.
Put my Mum’s Mk3 Escort through a fence having hit black ice. Fortunately this was backed up by the AA dude who towed the car away.
However, just after the car had come to rest up against a rather sturdy tree, two friends came along the road to see the car arse-out on the road. They went to stop traffic as it was a nasty set of bends and about 11pm.
The first car they stopped was the local policeman on his way home. The second was the owner of the fence...
Car was a goner - it drove out of the ditch but didn’t sound good. Still have the number plate
However, just after the car had come to rest up against a rather sturdy tree, two friends came along the road to see the car arse-out on the road. They went to stop traffic as it was a nasty set of bends and about 11pm.
The first car they stopped was the local policeman on his way home. The second was the owner of the fence...
Car was a goner - it drove out of the ditch but didn’t sound good. Still have the number plate
Brother had a fiesta mk2 Ghia 1.1 in a unusual green / blue colour, my dad had purchased
With pepper pots ! always thought id looked a little high off the ground.
Anyway I put it on its roof and attempted to skittle several conifers with it, was looking for a CD in passenger foot well !!! What a dope
It was like this:
https://www.google.com/search?q=MK2+GHIA+FIESTA&am...
With pepper pots ! always thought id looked a little high off the ground.
Anyway I put it on its roof and attempted to skittle several conifers with it, was looking for a CD in passenger foot well !!! What a dope
It was like this:
https://www.google.com/search?q=MK2+GHIA+FIESTA&am...
Edited by Ilovejapcrap on Sunday 9th December 22:03
We (mum, dad, sis and I) were out visiting relatives in the family Allegro, my cousin took me outside to show me his Vespa. It was a quiet cul-de-sac so we thought it would be OK if I took his scoot for a little spin, helmetless (I had never ridden a powered two wheeler at the time).
He said to give it a few revs and let the clutch out slowly. I gave it about 5000 revs and dumped the clutch and battered straight into the back of the Allegro. We kicked the Vespa's front mudguard straight and fortunately couldn't see any damage on the car, so we decided not to mention it.
Until we went shopping later, parents tried to open the boot to put shopping in and found it wouldn't open because I'd bent the slam panel underneath.
He said to give it a few revs and let the clutch out slowly. I gave it about 5000 revs and dumped the clutch and battered straight into the back of the Allegro. We kicked the Vespa's front mudguard straight and fortunately couldn't see any damage on the car, so we decided not to mention it.
Until we went shopping later, parents tried to open the boot to put shopping in and found it wouldn't open because I'd bent the slam panel underneath.
A few close calls in his calibra turbo company car, but no collisions, just a lot of trips to the police station to show I was insured. His 540 however was a very different picture.
Driving home early in the morning from my Gf’s house to get the car back to him for work. Country lanes, sun in my eyes & the sense of speed only an 18 year old would not recognise....was convinced the road went straight on, until the last second when I realised it went 90 degrees to the left, ahead was a dirt track.
Committed to making the turn & learning that ABS does not overcome the laws of physics, I found myself hitting the bank, and the hedge. The front right wheel made all the pedals combine as one (luckily I’d taken my foot off in the impact), before the car flipped onto its roof, held off the ground by both sides of the hedge. Gave myself whiplash by taking my belt off and dropping to the ceiling.
Farmer ‘helped’ get the car down by towing it, where it simply dropped whatever height the hedge was to the tarmac & crushed the roof etc, car now written off. Worst phone call I have ever made to him. He took it well, turned up in my car and made me drive home to get over the shock of it all.
Driving past the hedge a year later & you could still see the wheel / car imprint in it, scary to think if I had been in my 106 and had the accident, albeit at a much lower speed.
He continued to allow me to drive all his company cars until he retired, he was very understanding, and it was a company car too, which probably helped!
Replacement car for him arrived promptly and had my biggest near miss ever, sliding sideways to a stop by the fence to the giraffe enclosure at longeat in the early hours of the morning following a rapid cresting over a hill rally style, including the twist in the air that had masses of opposite lock on landing to try and rescue.
Two big lessons learned & respected things much more after that. He never knew about the second near miss though!
Driving home early in the morning from my Gf’s house to get the car back to him for work. Country lanes, sun in my eyes & the sense of speed only an 18 year old would not recognise....was convinced the road went straight on, until the last second when I realised it went 90 degrees to the left, ahead was a dirt track.
Committed to making the turn & learning that ABS does not overcome the laws of physics, I found myself hitting the bank, and the hedge. The front right wheel made all the pedals combine as one (luckily I’d taken my foot off in the impact), before the car flipped onto its roof, held off the ground by both sides of the hedge. Gave myself whiplash by taking my belt off and dropping to the ceiling.
Farmer ‘helped’ get the car down by towing it, where it simply dropped whatever height the hedge was to the tarmac & crushed the roof etc, car now written off. Worst phone call I have ever made to him. He took it well, turned up in my car and made me drive home to get over the shock of it all.
Driving past the hedge a year later & you could still see the wheel / car imprint in it, scary to think if I had been in my 106 and had the accident, albeit at a much lower speed.
He continued to allow me to drive all his company cars until he retired, he was very understanding, and it was a company car too, which probably helped!
Replacement car for him arrived promptly and had my biggest near miss ever, sliding sideways to a stop by the fence to the giraffe enclosure at longeat in the early hours of the morning following a rapid cresting over a hill rally style, including the twist in the air that had masses of opposite lock on landing to try and rescue.
Two big lessons learned & respected things much more after that. He never knew about the second near miss though!
When my mates Pinney, Barry and I were about 13 or 14, Pinney's brother was 17 and taking driving lessons and we all thought it would be a great idea for his brother to get more experience behind the wheel by taking out their parent's brand new Astra GTE convertible.
We really felt the b
ks screaming around in that during the summer holidays.
Fortunately I wasn't present when the Astra had the entire side scraped in a multi story car park and I never found out how that was explained!
We really felt the b
ks screaming around in that during the summer holidays.Fortunately I wasn't present when the Astra had the entire side scraped in a multi story car park and I never found out how that was explained!
Not me (the only cars I've damaged are my own and amount to a few bits of scraped paint) but when I took the XK in to get it's service there was a recent XJ up on a lift. By all accounts the son had 'borrowed' his dads car, and, when running low on the black stuff, had somehow managed to get his hands on some tainted red diesel off the local traveling communities fuel reps. It seemed it'll be needing a new engine or at the very least some rather extensive work that's looking like it'll add up to the tune of £3000 or thereabouts.
at 16/17 I think we were- when parents were out, me and my friend would drive them in/out of the garage- on/off driveway.
or at my mates house up and down the little private road his parents house was on.
got away with it for some time.
till he drove his mum's new lancia integrale down the side of the garage wall. ooops.
whilst we're doing memory lane: who remembers parents (not necessarily mine) doing a lot of running around/picking you up etc late at night, pretty drunk- i.e from sessions in golf clubs and so on. or is it just me ?
or at my mates house up and down the little private road his parents house was on.
got away with it for some time.
till he drove his mum's new lancia integrale down the side of the garage wall. ooops.
whilst we're doing memory lane: who remembers parents (not necessarily mine) doing a lot of running around/picking you up etc late at night, pretty drunk- i.e from sessions in golf clubs and so on. or is it just me ?
Thankfully I never damaged my parent's cars (not through lack of trying, I drove like a knob at 18).
I was that child who always threw up and this was before I found booze. It was my graduation party, I was 16 and trying to impress some girls by seeing how much I could drink at one of their houses. It is safe to say I got WASTED, so much so that I passed out next to a fire and it melted my shoe to a smouldering mess around my foot. It was at this time my friends called my mum to collect me, on the way home I knew I was going to chunder, so I thought I opened the window ready to let rip, I hadn't. I smashed the window with my forehead and threw up all down the window, behind the door card and all down into the door pocket.
I can still hear my mum screaming at me and it is surprising how quickly I sobered up. The next morning I had to clean it all up, the car never smelt the same after. It was quickly px'd for exactly the same model of BMW 3 series.
Sorry mum
I was that child who always threw up and this was before I found booze. It was my graduation party, I was 16 and trying to impress some girls by seeing how much I could drink at one of their houses. It is safe to say I got WASTED, so much so that I passed out next to a fire and it melted my shoe to a smouldering mess around my foot. It was at this time my friends called my mum to collect me, on the way home I knew I was going to chunder, so I thought I opened the window ready to let rip, I hadn't. I smashed the window with my forehead and threw up all down the window, behind the door card and all down into the door pocket.
I can still hear my mum screaming at me and it is surprising how quickly I sobered up. The next morning I had to clean it all up, the car never smelt the same after. It was quickly px'd for exactly the same model of BMW 3 series.
Sorry mum
There's some great ones on here.
I can honestly say I really didn't do anything daft either in any of my parents cars or when driving them. Well admittedly me and a couple of mates went for a drive when I hadn't long passed my test. Ended up somehow headed towards a field, I tried to turn round and the car got stuck. They got out and pushed, splattered the whole car in mud. Got some questions as to why the car was so filthy the next day.
I also recall my mum getting a new Clio in 2001. I also had a Clio at the time but a 1.2 (60bhp) but mum's new car was a 1.4 with 85bhp I believe and at 18 years of age felt like a rocket. This in turn meant that on the occasion I would drive it, very little mechanical sympathy was applied. I never crashed the car but I wouldn't hesitate in taking a very cold engine up to the redline. Then again it did end up going in for warranty work due to some issue with the valves!
I can honestly say I really didn't do anything daft either in any of my parents cars or when driving them. Well admittedly me and a couple of mates went for a drive when I hadn't long passed my test. Ended up somehow headed towards a field, I tried to turn round and the car got stuck. They got out and pushed, splattered the whole car in mud. Got some questions as to why the car was so filthy the next day.
I also recall my mum getting a new Clio in 2001. I also had a Clio at the time but a 1.2 (60bhp) but mum's new car was a 1.4 with 85bhp I believe and at 18 years of age felt like a rocket. This in turn meant that on the occasion I would drive it, very little mechanical sympathy was applied. I never crashed the car but I wouldn't hesitate in taking a very cold engine up to the redline. Then again it did end up going in for warranty work due to some issue with the valves!
Twice, properly, in dad's cars.
First, 18 years old. Dad had an immaculate Omega Elite 3.2 V6, I had a Citroen C2. I slept in, and had the keys to the factory I worked at (40 miles away). The C2 was blocked in so I took the Omega, which I was insured on at the time. I was making progress when I spotted (too late) a Bora stopped in the road making a right turn. I'd managed to slow down to half a lepton by the time we made contact, and I turned that Bora into a Golf. The Omega actually came off really well and was driveable. The trafpol that turned up on the scene rang my dad who promptly retorted with "not my car, mine is on my driveway....".
When he turned up at the scene he had me by the throat against a traffic car
The second was far more mediocre, but he still doesn't know about it. Dad had an immaculate 986 Boxster S in the garage. Him and my stepmother went on holiday and I was instructed to use any of the cars but absolutely not the Porsche. This being July, the first thing I did after taking them to the airport was go and get the Porsche out of the garage. Drove it for a few days, knowing that he didn't keep track of the mileage, but every time it was driven, he filled it up at the local petrol station before putting it away.
I was putting it away on the Friday lunchtime, before they returned on the Monday morning. As I reversed the car in, watching the passenger mirror, I heard the driver's side one smash against the door frame.
I had to purchase one on eBay and go and collect it from Peterborough, fly back up to Newcastle and pay a mate a king's ransom to paint it and put it back on the car on Sunday night,
First, 18 years old. Dad had an immaculate Omega Elite 3.2 V6, I had a Citroen C2. I slept in, and had the keys to the factory I worked at (40 miles away). The C2 was blocked in so I took the Omega, which I was insured on at the time. I was making progress when I spotted (too late) a Bora stopped in the road making a right turn. I'd managed to slow down to half a lepton by the time we made contact, and I turned that Bora into a Golf. The Omega actually came off really well and was driveable. The trafpol that turned up on the scene rang my dad who promptly retorted with "not my car, mine is on my driveway....".
When he turned up at the scene he had me by the throat against a traffic car
The second was far more mediocre, but he still doesn't know about it. Dad had an immaculate 986 Boxster S in the garage. Him and my stepmother went on holiday and I was instructed to use any of the cars but absolutely not the Porsche. This being July, the first thing I did after taking them to the airport was go and get the Porsche out of the garage. Drove it for a few days, knowing that he didn't keep track of the mileage, but every time it was driven, he filled it up at the local petrol station before putting it away.
I was putting it away on the Friday lunchtime, before they returned on the Monday morning. As I reversed the car in, watching the passenger mirror, I heard the driver's side one smash against the door frame.
I had to purchase one on eBay and go and collect it from Peterborough, fly back up to Newcastle and pay a mate a king's ransom to paint it and put it back on the car on Sunday night,
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