I never waited 30 minutes after eating to go swimming...
...yeah, I bore myself.
...yeah, I bore myself.
I guess we know how you answered the question, "If all your friends jumped off a bridge, would you do it too?" :rofl:turbo-1 said:Another thing we did - the wood cutters used the local river to float 4' sticks of pulp wood to the paper mills. You might think having the river full of pulp wood would spoil it for recreation, but you would be underestimating us little rascals. We would run out on the bridge, climb over the railing and hang on until there was an open spot in the stream of wood, then let go, timing the release to hit the open spot and swim under the wood, coming up for air occasionally, until we reached shore - sometimes quite a ways downstream. This would go on until some passing busybody ratted us out to our mothers, who would raise holy hell. Every kid claimed that some of "the other kids" were jumping off the bridge, "but I was just swimming" - yeah, right. The drop was only about 15 ft, but the river wasn't too deep, so we had to arch and "starfish" as soon as we hit the water to avoid hitting the rocky bottom.
That reminds me of a story my grandfather used to tell! He and his friends used to go swimming in a rather turbulent river, complete with whirlpools. They'd dive into a whirlpool (holding their breath of course) and get sucked down, and just wait until it spit them back out! I think the story was ended with, "And don't you ever try that yourself!" My grandfather always had good stories when my grandmother wasn't around to catch him telling them.tribdog said:one time we used boards to dam a river at a bridge. we left a gap in the middle. a 30 foot wide river was forced through a 4 or 5 foot gap maybe 6. I thought it would be cool to ride an inner tube through the gap. I lost my tube and the water slammed me on to the bottom and tossed me around til I thought I was going to die. I couldn't get out of the stream, then suddenly it popped me out.
Trib - you are a dangerous thing!tribdog said:dangerous things? me? never
This is the most surreal kind of accident I can imagine. Who would believe that an old guy is ever going to end up accepting driving lessons from a 16 year old without a license?Astronuc said:When I was about 22, some old guy drove his car into my parents house. I was sitting on a couch reading a text book on a coffee table when I heard a car's engine revving and the horn blaring. Next the front wall explodes and the standup piano flies at me until it hits the coffee table and tips over. The car stopped about 3 feet from where I was sitting. And all I could say was - 'whoah'.
Kindred souls! A friend of mine had an old MG that we used to tweak and tune up, and we'd take it across the river and 'rod it on the gravel roads winding alongside Wyman Lake. There's nothing like an English sports car with a light rear end on gravel roads! Cut the wheels going into a turn, hit the accelerator to break the rear end away, and back off as soon as you're pointed right, and hope you calculated the drift right.Ivan Seeking said:I have spent many hours driving at high speeds on remote, dirt mountain roads. While living in N Cal this was my favorite activity. And I was [am] a very good dirt driver, but one day I very nearly bit the big one. It happened while in an area that was unfamiliar to me [first mistake] and when I went around some blind, graveled turn [second mistake] doing probably 60-70 mph. At first I was negotiating the slide very nicely but the turn kept getting tighter and continued much longer than I had expected. At one point, one rear wheel fell over the edge which nearly flipped me over. Luckily I had enough speed and traction to power through and regain control. But when I stopped and went back and looked, I was standing atop a 1000+ foot cliff that was nearly vertical all the way to the canyon floor - the Feather River. It was one of those moments that was over before one could even comprehend what was happening, but I probably only survived by a few inches.
Ah, to be sixteen again - smart enough to know better but too much testosterone to care.
I've noticed!turbo-1 said:Kindred souls!
I had an MG but that was in LA so I never took it on dirt. It was a very fun car though!A friend of mine had an old MG that we used to tweak and tune up, and we'd take it across the river and 'rod it on the gravel roads winding alongside Wyman Lake. There's nothing like an English sports car with a light rear end on gravel roads! Cut the wheels going into a turn, hit the accelerator to break the rear end away, and back off as soon as you're pointed right, and hope you calculated the drift right.
I scared the crap out of my father more than a few times, but that was just payback, since I inherited it from him. We darned near bought it one day coming back from fly-fishing (late and on a very rough woods-road) at too high a rate of speed when he hit a rock that he KNEW was there and broke the frame on his International 1100 pickup. That was a wild ride, but we made it out and limped home. Maybe he was paying me back, though...he brought home an old army jeep when I was about 10 and I used to start it in low-low using the only the starter (no clutch) and then speed-shift it up through the gears because the throw-out bearing on the clutch was bad. (I had his permission to do that after demonstrating that I knew what I was doing and wouldn't ruin the gears in the transmission or transfer case). Then he brought home some mounted tires he had gotten real cheap, and told me to change the tires. While he was at work the next day, I broke off 3 out of 5 studs on each of the right-hand wheels using a cross-wrench and a 4' cheater pipe. He didn't give me too much crap, because he didn't know either that the wheels on the right side of an army jeep had left-hand thread lug studs and the left side had normal right-hand threads. At the age of 10, he could trust me to loosen the lug nuts, jack up a vehicle and change a tire, but who ever hear of left-hand threads on a wheel???? That's the army for you.Ivan Seeking said:I took the old man for a ride one day - took a well known dirt turn that I had long ago mastered. I hit that sucker so hard that I think I literally went into a full 90 degree slide; at least it was really close. My dad's eye's looked like pie pans; esp since I gave him absolutely no warning. :rofl:
It's a family tradition, after all!turbo-1 said:I scared the crap out of my father more than a few times, but that was just payback, since I inherited it from him.
lol, yeah he slipped. twiceIvan Seeking said:It's a family tradition, after all!
Did you see in the gun thread where, while hunting, for a moment I thought he had shot my face off with the 12 gauge? He really enjoyed that one!!!
We were trading punches on the shoulder, on Christmas day, and he slipped and hit me right across the jaw - knocked me out cold for a moment. Mom wasn't impressed!!!
quick fuses suck. One year I bought a brick of cheap firecrackers. about 1 out of 5 had a fast fuse. The rest took a couple of seconds to burn but that one exploded in about a tenth of a second. I don't know how many exploded in my hand. I don't think you lose fingers unless you actually wrap them around the firecracker. but it does hurt.Francis M said:Usual firecracker stuff liek at a picnic I temp lost the hearing in my left ear (about 2 hours) an my frind almost lost the tip of his finger and thumb from a fire cracker with a surprisingly quick fuse.
:rofl: It did sound a bit fishy eh? No, I was the one who wanted to do this. This was a buddy/tough guy thing that we did. And I kept waiting for the day that he winced when I hit him. Once he did I showed no mercy.tribdog said:lol, yeah he slipped. twice