Anyone have any crazy stories involving thier trucks? I've got to write a story (fiction) for an english class and would love some true stories for inspiration. you can e-mail me at jdf0056@tntech.edu if you don't want to post. Thanks alot!

 

A few years ago I was at a local race called "hit to pass" which is basically a demolition derby on an oval track. In order to make a lap each driver must make contact with another car at least once, these cars are usually old beater 4 doors with the doors welded shut, cemented and roll cages installed. So there was a group of us sitting in the back of my '78 watching the race when the conversation turned to how cool it would be to get a car and participate in a race like this. Well being young and foolish I thought, well... why wait? So the next thing I know me and a buddy are rolling across the track at intermission into the pits. Now at the present time I was working at the local drag strip/speed shop, and as luck would have it I had a manilla envelope full of performance stickers and a can of grey primer behind the seat. Now at this time my truck was flat black before it's resto. So picture this, me and my buddy plastering decals all over my truck, and the finishing touch... a primer grey number 01 on each door! Now this is where it get's interesting. The next heat is up to the start line and we watch the field go by, and adrenaline takes over, before I new it we were on the track following this pack of cars. Accelerator to the floor and we were coming up on the pack, by this time I was oblivious to the fact that I was NOT actually supposed to be in the race. By the third corner we have pulled even with the last car and I made a sudden swerve towards him, and I honestly had every intention of tapping him until my buddy started screaming and yelling in fear. Reality check, oh god! what am I doing I'm in big trouble was the next thought that entered my mind. So as soon as I was able to I, exited the track only to be stopped by a dozen track officials. Amazingly enough no police were involved and I got off with never being allowed on the property again. Not so fast, by this time they had actually shut the race down for the evening on my account. As we are driving along out to the gates the crowd is starting to leave, most of them cheering and laughing but some angry.
O.K. so that's not too bad, think again! Here comes some of the racers and pit crews. Well the first window to go was my rear window (rock)followed by my driver side window (fist). I escaped the whole ordeal with minor body damage, a few less windows and lights, a bloody nose, a black eye, and a valuble life lesson. I can laugh and joke about it now, but will never forget how scared I was on the drive out of there that day. It even made the local paper, boy my parents were proud! :7 Sorry for being so long winded, and yes this is a true story.

Dustin

 

Im guessing "alcohol was a factor"!

Nathan

 

No comment.

Dustin

 

When I went to buy my '66, the elderly gentleman told me just to take it for a drive. It had been sitting in his yard for some time, and started, but he failed to tell me 2nd gear would't engage on the column. I limped it back to his yard and he said to let him show me how is was done. He took this truck out and floored it. It kept winding up until he managed to power shift in in to gear at almost max rpms. He then proceeded to take me on a ride at full speed, pedal flat on the floor, along a bumpy country road. We roared along with the needle pegged for about 15 minutes, and then went back to his house. Then we noticed that 3 of the rare optional full wheel covers had been lost, and he did a repeat drive out to find them. The truck actually seemed to survive all this, and I ended up buying it. After a restoration, it turned out to be a very nice truck.