We have funny towing stories and I thought this topic would also be good. I'll start it.

Back in the late 70s my friend had an old Ford pickup, probably a late 60s because that would be all he could afford and it was pretty rusty. Anyway he came by to see me at 7 am. I was living at my parents house in a nice upscale suburb of Detroit. He had a used pickup bed from the junkyard in the back of his truck that he was going to replace his rotted out bed with. Anyway, he backs out the driveway and as he is leaving he hollers out the window "FORD POWER" and floors it. The junkyard pickup bed slides right out and crashes down in the middle of the street. So I run out and he and his cousin get out. Now this is a relatively busy street with a light a hundred yards down for a major highway. Right away a woman in a huge luxury car comes along and instead of going around (and there was plenty of room) she lays on the horn. My buddies' cousin (who was messed up in the head partly from a car accident and partly from drugs) starts telling her to shut up and what he said I can't repeat here (how embarassing in front of my mothers house at 7 am), but she finally went around and we got the bed back in the truck and they left. I quickly took off for work. I only wish I had a video of him shouting "FORD POWER" and the bed sliding out. Now this guy truly was a Ford guy. Every truck and car I ever remember him having (and he had many, from econoline van to a stake truck) were Fords. I also have to note that he is the one I sold my beloved '77 F100 to:
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Quite a bit of excitement for 7 am. I bet you didn't laugh at the time, but it's real funny now. I hope you like irony, for this is a good example. When I was in high school, I was a die hard chevy fan(now I have to rely on my vehicles). I had a friend who liked fords, and was a shade tree mechanic, built most of his stuff from junk real cheap. After a visit, he backed out on the road in front of my house, hollored the infamous "FORD POWER!", floored it, then pulled it from reverse to drive. It made a TON of banging and clanging, and sparks were flying from under it, the exhaust roared when the now unattached drive shaft removed itself, then the exhaust and shaft hit the road, and my buddy, who had by then let off the loud pedal, was figuring out that his lack of movement was not caused by tire spin. I helped him push it into my lower drive, ran him home in my brand x, both of us laughing and saying "Ford Power" to each other. He drives Chevys now, and I drive Fords. Irony.

 

Dang! I almost had beer come through my nose on that one! Ah, that would make you humble. What a riot, I'm still wiping tears out of my eyes from laughing!

98 F250LD 4X4

 

ps. on my post above, I forgot to say that my buddy's truck was a 70 something F-150 2wd, qualifying it for funny ford pickup stories.

 

Here's a good one for ya, Several years ago my brother owned a 65 F100 fleetside, beat up but ran like a top. My brother struck a deal with a local gas station owner to haul all his junk tires away so me and my cousin agreed to help my brother out one Saturday morning.(Any excuse to drink beer)Bright and early we headed out for the gas station after a quik stop at the beer store and a few joints (we were young and dumb, what can I say?)We got to the station and began loading the tires into Poor Old Number 65, our name for the dependable old ford. By the time we finished the tires were piled high in the bed but we were convident they would ride ok so I climbed in behind the wheel(I loved driving that old 3 on the tree)and off we went. As we approached the last traffic light on our way out of town we spotted a state trooper with a car pulled over near the intersection. We coasted up to the red light and realized we knew the driver that the trooper had pulled over. When the light changed and we began to drive off I reached out the window and gave a honk on the big old black rubber ball-biycle horn mounted on the west coast mirror. As the trooper turned and looked at us a tire rolled off the top of the pile and rolled thru the intersection straight towards the trooper!We all busted out laughing at the site of that tire rolling across the road and the bewildered look from the trooper and our friend.We proceeded on to dispose of the tires without further incident.This is not the end of the story however. After unloading the tires we headed back to town after another stop at alittle country store for more beer. We were toodling along quite stoned and half drunk when a state trooper popped over the next hill coming towards us. As he approached our truck he began slowing down and my brother and cousin began stashing the beer and the joint we were smoking as the trooper did a U-turn and turned on the rock and roll lights. I pulled over and tried not to laugh out loud as the cop walked up to my window. He was polite,as was I and he questioned the safety of our vehicle. I assured him it was a good dependable truck with no safety defects. He insisted on doing a safety inspection anyway.My brother and cousin where busy cracking each other up by whispering god knows what to each other while I struggled to keep a straight face. The trooper walked to the back of the truck and instructed me to apply the left then the right turn signals. The signals didnt work so I worked the turn signal lever up and down while my two passengers howled with laughter. We then repeted the proceedure with the trooper standing in front of the truck.My brother was in tears and my cousin was doubled over trying to mop up a beer he just spilled all over the floor. After checking to make sure all the head and tail lights worked the trooper returned to my window and ask me to sound the horn.I just could'nt resist reaching out the window and giving that big old curly horn a big squeeze and with that I busted out laughing as did the trooper which in turn set my brother and cousin off on another round of uncontrollable howling.The Trooper was very nice and let me go with a warning to fix the real horn and the turn signals which seemed to him to require alot of effort to operate on my part.Before letting us go he suggested we stop and pick up that tire that had rolled past him earlier in town.I don't remember that troopers name,but he had a good laugh with us, if not at us. All and all it was a good saturday morning.

 

Great "FORD POWER" story, Cable_guy. LOL. It's a wonder he didn't blow the seal on the tranny.

Russ150: That trooper must have had bad sinus congestion to not smell all that beer and other stuff. Reminds me of the time I honked at a cop who was driving like an idiot. He pulled me over and had my paperwork in hand, but when his radio announced a B&E in progress he shoved my paperwork at me and took off.

 

O.K. this doesn't involve a truck, but I think that it is still funny. One of the guys i went to high school with had a SHO Taurus with a 5 speed, some mild head work on it and a chip that deleted the speed limiter. Anyways, we would ride around town looking for people to race. Can you imagine the look on the Mustang drivers face when a 4 door taurus walked off and left his 5.0 'stang at the redlight like it was a 4 cyl?! That was fun man!! That car would fly. It was the perfect "sleeper"

 

 

I found these while surfing through the archives and thought I would dust them off,anybody want to add one?

 

uhh, nothing too exciting, but we were at tennis practice when i was in h.s. and my friend had an old taurus and another kid were messing around on the way back to school, and the other kid kept bumping my friend in the taurus all the way back. well when they got back to school my friend took off, and the other kid wanted to run into him again. well he pulled into the church parking lot across the street and saw what he thought was my friends car, but was actually an old lady's. he ran into the back of it, and the old lady wasnt too happy with him at all

 

this aint to funny but oh well....my friend has this '71 F-100 with a mildly built 460 in it. Its a nice truck but it has a VERY rusty tailgate. We pull up to this stoplight on the edge of town and he was kinda like "hey, watch this" The light turns green, he floors it, and the tailgate fell off. It gets better... there was a peterbilt behind us with one of those real low chrome bumpers (texas bumper) and he dragged my friends tailgate for about 50 yards and it went under the truck. we never even went back to get it cause we figured there was nothin left.

 

Hey this an old thread but I have never laughed harder then when I heard these stories. Does anyone else have any stories here. Read through some of these. Enjoy

 

Yeah, me and True4.2 are headed down to baytown Tx to the dragstrip in Febuary, having a small 4.2 meet, most the guys are from Tx, I am only one out of state....drove down from Little Rock, well neither of us know EXACTLY werhe it is, so we pass it up....about 1/4 mile down the road a little 2 lane road cuts off, so we turn there, he does a 3 point turn, I let him borrow my portable CB, I go over mine and tell him to 'Watch this, this is how you do it.' I continued to set my self up for a fishtail U-eey. Well, I crank the wheel, rev the motor, and take my foot off the clutch. Well, my clutch decides it is at that moment it wants to slip. Well, I get about 1/2 through a 180 (yes I know a 90....) and am off the road now...(not enough power made it to wheels to break rear end loose due to the clutch slipping) well once I hit the sholder, or lack there of, the rear decides to break loose...and put me into the ditch, front of the truck facing the road and a little towards True and the direction I was wanting to go.....I am in a 30 degreee ditch, with about 8 inches of muck.....on street tires in a 2wd V6 pickup......well true got a helluva laugh out of the situation....and I managed to get out somehow.....good thing I got a stick...that is my funniest story, as there was never anyone in danger and no real harm came of it...