Dumbest thing I ever did:
I'm driving my friend's beloved 70 Camaro, and thinking the shifter was like the one in my car, where you had to squeeze a button to put it in Reverse or Park, I hit the shifter, and go from 2nd to Park at 45MPH! The parking "pall" made this "rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr-rrr" noise and the rear wheels locked up, and we almost crashed. He was really upset, callig me a moron, but both of our cars at home with console shifters did the same thing as my car did, and I thought all cars did it too.
It didn't cost all that much to fix. He had that car for almost 20 years, it finally got scrapped after his brother hit a pothole filled with water at 35 and tore the front right suspension off.
Dumbest thing I ever saw or was involved in:
I'm going on the "Old LA highway" about 5 miles past the end of the Las Vegas strip. I'm going 55, and in front of me was one of the cheaper Toyota cars from back then. I'm driving my 77 Dodge truck, and it doesn't have the greatest brakes in the world. For some reason, I don't know why, he suddenly stops in front of me, and he has no brakelights! He must have shifted into first, because the only reason I didn't hit him was I saw his tires smoke at the last second. I was going to hit him, and the only thing to do was run it off the road. I almost rolled it over as the drop off was pretty high. My poor dog somehow jammed my 4WD transfer case into low, and I stopped in a hurry about 50' away from the road.
Car after car is slamming the brakes on behind him, he's just sitting there! My truck is flooded and isn't starting. The guy is looking at me, and I'm yelling at him, telling him all the stuff I am going to do when I catch his scrawny ass. I was about as pissed as I have ever been in my life! Finally, my truck fires up, and I'm trying to get the transfer case back into high, and I'm still yelling at him, and cars are still coming up behind him, and almost hitting him. He just sits there, looking at me.
I get my transfer case into high finally, and tell him, "You better run, A*****E!" His eyes bugged out, and he makes a U-turn, right in front of a car going the other way, and they ran off the road like I did. I'm moving now, I have to get to the closest intersection so I can get back on the road. He isn't moving all that fast, until he sees me fly up onto the road and punch it. My truck was loud, and when it was nailed, it sounded really impressive. He had a couple of cars in between us, and he blew the light at Tropicana and the Strip, and I lost him. A few blocks down the state troopers pull me over, asking me what happened, someone had called them on the CB on channel 9. I was still really upset, and for the life of me, forgot his plate totally. The couple in the other car that ran off had minor injuries. They never found him. I couldn't remeber the plate, but I bet I could still pull him out of a crowd all thses years later..