What damage did you do to your parents cars ?
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1) Snapped off the lock button of the passenger side door of dads Mk 3 cortina whilst attempting to enter the car Dukes of Hazard style. I was about 5, cant remember the consequences.
2) Brother took out both tyres whilst hitting the kerb at 40mph as I was supposed to be holding the wheel of mums Civic ( VUG 136X) whilst he combed his hair. I was only about 10 and panicked with the responsibility. We claimed brother swerved to avoid a cat. They didnt believe us.
2) Brother took out both tyres whilst hitting the kerb at 40mph as I was supposed to be holding the wheel of mums Civic ( VUG 136X) whilst he combed his hair. I was only about 10 and panicked with the responsibility. We claimed brother swerved to avoid a cat. They didnt believe us.
cronos said:
1) Snapped off the lock button of the passenger side door of dads Mk 3 cortina whilst attempting to enter the car Dukes of Hazard style. I was about 5, cant remember the consequences.
Reminds me of something i did as a kid.I think i was about 9, when I wanted to see the shiny and unused spare key in action on my parents Cortina
So i locked all the doors with the main key in the car, while my mum was dropping us off at School. Unfortunately the spare key was in my mums handbag that was still in the car. My dad had to get a lift back from work so he could gain entry to the car, which he did - using a brick through the passenger window.
just remembered another one, although not parents car...
When I was 16 at college we had a lodger (dubbed Swamp Donkey, dumpy chef lady that worked in same place as me) . She had I think a Pasola moped which she used to keep in our garage.
One night me and 3 friends went into her room and got the keys and spent an hour or so pi55ing about up the drive trying to do wheelies. Then we came up with idea of a stunt whereby one of us (Gareth) would rev the engine from behind the up and over garage door and at a given point would proceed with our now perfected (!) wheelies out of the garage as we opened the door - a sort of lone ranger themed majestic rearing of the trusty steed out of the opening door. Hi Ho Silver !
Unfortunately Gareth lost control at a crucial point, falling off the back as the moped went vertical and smashed off the number plate and scratched various bits ending up in a heap on the garage threshold.
His mother had to pay for the repairs and she moved out shortly after.
When I was 16 at college we had a lodger (dubbed Swamp Donkey, dumpy chef lady that worked in same place as me) . She had I think a Pasola moped which she used to keep in our garage.
One night me and 3 friends went into her room and got the keys and spent an hour or so pi55ing about up the drive trying to do wheelies. Then we came up with idea of a stunt whereby one of us (Gareth) would rev the engine from behind the up and over garage door and at a given point would proceed with our now perfected (!) wheelies out of the garage as we opened the door - a sort of lone ranger themed majestic rearing of the trusty steed out of the opening door. Hi Ho Silver !
Unfortunately Gareth lost control at a crucial point, falling off the back as the moped went vertical and smashed off the number plate and scratched various bits ending up in a heap on the garage threshold.
His mother had to pay for the repairs and she moved out shortly after.
Summer of '89...the old man had a new company car Granada Scorpio 2.8 auto..this was back in the days when rules were not quite so hot on employees kids driving I'd recently passed was stuck with a beige 1.3 maestro so when the folks departed for a month's holiday in Africa what else could I do???
...had a blast in the car, way more refined and powerful than I'd been used to, took it everywhere for a week, stereo up full, windows down always in 'D3' .....at precisely 1,601 miles... Stuffed it into a middle of the road bollard with a very solid concrete base.....
Bumper trashed, front wheel squared and side skirt ripped off.....
I knew I was deep in it, even though there hadn't been any instruction not to use the car....
So a naive plan was hatched and put into action....
If anyone had an equally new light metallic green Granada in an unnamed Hertfordshire market town at the time that went out to their car one morning to find it vandalised and missing 2 wheels,the entire bumper a headlight and sundry other bits & bobs...then an apology 30 odd years later..but with a pang of conscience I did revisit the scene some weeks later and it was back in pristine order....
The old man's car after a lot of almost skilled work was back in one piece, looking more or less straight 2 days before they came home....the longest night of my life ensued....next day "there's something not right with the car - I've booked it in to be looked at" ...not surprising really as significant suspension damage lurked below no doubt..... Discovery looming I withdrew further into teenage tortured angst...
The next morning the old boy on his way and my impending doom causing major panic I watched from my window as he departed...unable to swallow, dry mouthed and imagining all manner of unpleasant consequences.....
.... 20 mins later the old man walks awkwardly back to the house - my goose about to be cooked....the door slams and a stream of expletives the like of which I've never before or since heard from him.....
He'd been T- boned hard in the o/s by a speeding delivery van.... Car a total right off.... quite how all parties emerged unscathed a major miracle...(thank god) Scooped up by a recovery truck never to be seen or mentioned again.....
Took me 20 years to confess, and in the interim drove all manner of his increasingly decent company cars - like my grandmother......and was always held up to his colleagues as a shining example of care and responsibility over company property.....
Karma came back to bite when all my hard earned was ploughed into a Nova SR..within a week my best mate (still is surprisingly!) decided to relieve me of the keys and being an arse hit a wall rather hard....on a provisional..... The maestro had to last another 18 months....
...had a blast in the car, way more refined and powerful than I'd been used to, took it everywhere for a week, stereo up full, windows down always in 'D3' .....at precisely 1,601 miles... Stuffed it into a middle of the road bollard with a very solid concrete base.....
Bumper trashed, front wheel squared and side skirt ripped off.....
I knew I was deep in it, even though there hadn't been any instruction not to use the car....
So a naive plan was hatched and put into action....
If anyone had an equally new light metallic green Granada in an unnamed Hertfordshire market town at the time that went out to their car one morning to find it vandalised and missing 2 wheels,the entire bumper a headlight and sundry other bits & bobs...then an apology 30 odd years later..but with a pang of conscience I did revisit the scene some weeks later and it was back in pristine order....
The old man's car after a lot of almost skilled work was back in one piece, looking more or less straight 2 days before they came home....the longest night of my life ensued....next day "there's something not right with the car - I've booked it in to be looked at" ...not surprising really as significant suspension damage lurked below no doubt..... Discovery looming I withdrew further into teenage tortured angst...
The next morning the old boy on his way and my impending doom causing major panic I watched from my window as he departed...unable to swallow, dry mouthed and imagining all manner of unpleasant consequences.....
.... 20 mins later the old man walks awkwardly back to the house - my goose about to be cooked....the door slams and a stream of expletives the like of which I've never before or since heard from him.....
He'd been T- boned hard in the o/s by a speeding delivery van.... Car a total right off.... quite how all parties emerged unscathed a major miracle...(thank god) Scooped up by a recovery truck never to be seen or mentioned again.....
Took me 20 years to confess, and in the interim drove all manner of his increasingly decent company cars - like my grandmother......and was always held up to his colleagues as a shining example of care and responsibility over company property.....
Karma came back to bite when all my hard earned was ploughed into a Nova SR..within a week my best mate (still is surprisingly!) decided to relieve me of the keys and being an arse hit a wall rather hard....on a provisional..... The maestro had to last another 18 months....
Passed my test and decided to take my mums Nissan Sunny for a spin.
My dad watched as i reversed round the corner of the house (have no idea why as road ahead was clear) and straight into a tree smashing the car right in the middle and stopping the boot from closing properly ever again.
To be fair to my dad, he told me to get back in the car right away and drive off.
Still not sure if that was to not scare me from driving, or to protect him from going to prison.
My dad watched as i reversed round the corner of the house (have no idea why as road ahead was clear) and straight into a tree smashing the car right in the middle and stopping the boot from closing properly ever again.
To be fair to my dad, he told me to get back in the car right away and drive off.
Still not sure if that was to not scare me from driving, or to protect him from going to prison.
We had a fairly long drive (in our Council house) My Dad had got a Volvo 244 to replace the very rusty Mitsubishi Colt he was driving. Me and my friends were driving the length of the drive in the Volvo, reversing back and doing it again...The height of fun when you're 14.
After one of the runs I didn't realise that my friend had opened his back door so I reversed, the door hit the fence and bent it right round until it was touching the front door. I panicked, put it into drive and flew forward straight into the Mitsubishi, neatly writing off both cars in one fell swoop!
My dad took it surprisingly well, I can't remember what he replaced them both with but I steered well clear.
After one of the runs I didn't realise that my friend had opened his back door so I reversed, the door hit the fence and bent it right round until it was touching the front door. I panicked, put it into drive and flew forward straight into the Mitsubishi, neatly writing off both cars in one fell swoop!
My dad took it surprisingly well, I can't remember what he replaced them both with but I steered well clear.
It happened the other way round to me.
Was going to move my car at the time (a 206) as close to the garage doors as possible so we could fit another car behind it. Dad suggested that rather than start it and inch it forward he would push it forward and I stop it when it was up to the doors. I got in and released the handbrake, and then before I could put my feet near the pedals (yes I know with hindsight that I should have done it the other way round) he gave the car an almighty shove from behind, it shot forward and smacked straight into the doors. Doors were undamaged, 206 had a big crack in its bumper. I went mental at him.
Was going to move my car at the time (a 206) as close to the garage doors as possible so we could fit another car behind it. Dad suggested that rather than start it and inch it forward he would push it forward and I stop it when it was up to the doors. I got in and released the handbrake, and then before I could put my feet near the pedals (yes I know with hindsight that I should have done it the other way round) he gave the car an almighty shove from behind, it shot forward and smacked straight into the doors. Doors were undamaged, 206 had a big crack in its bumper. I went mental at him.
Edited by DaveGoddard on Monday 17th December 20:06
Having passed my test, at the tender age of 17, we had a drop of snow during the winter of 77 to 78. I was of course, a newly qualified driving GOD. I knew, hell, I was absolutely sure that I could handbrake turn my dad's pride and joy Dolomite into our garage (standard size, up and over door) with ease.
It became my responsibility to get the rear quarter panel straightened and repainted to dad's approval before I was allowed to drive it again.
It became my responsibility to get the rear quarter panel straightened and repainted to dad's approval before I was allowed to drive it again.
In 1987 my dad had a beige Corina estate Mk5 "V" reg, stunning car LOL
Went out in it one night with my mates and ragged it to death, Steve McQueen Bullitt reverse axle tramps galore etc. etc. etc.
Anyway drove it home carefully as it did not feel well so just parked it on the drive and forgot about it.
My bedroom overlooked the driveway.
In the morning I heard an awful noise as my Dad reversed off the drive to go to work, as he set off the rear axle did not move and he drove over it and the car was pivoting like a see saw on it, I s
t myself as I looked from my window as my Dad scratched his head, I never did tell him and I think it got scrapped quite soon after that!
Went out in it one night with my mates and ragged it to death, Steve McQueen Bullitt reverse axle tramps galore etc. etc. etc.
Anyway drove it home carefully as it did not feel well so just parked it on the drive and forgot about it.
My bedroom overlooked the driveway.
In the morning I heard an awful noise as my Dad reversed off the drive to go to work, as he set off the rear axle did not move and he drove over it and the car was pivoting like a see saw on it, I s
t myself as I looked from my window as my Dad scratched his head, I never did tell him and I think it got scrapped quite soon after that!Gassing Station | General Gassing | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff