Bizzare Stories as a young adult

[SS MAYFLOAT]

A while back there was some posts on crazy stuff that we did when we were children. I thought it would be cool to post some for when we were in our early 20's. You know when you thought you knew everything since you were on your own now. I'll start off with one of mine.<br /><br />Lisbon Falls Maine, 1977<br />I was stationed at NAS Brunswick for a tour of duty. I lived off base at a brand new apartment complex in Lisbon Falls. I did DJ work on the side, so I had a very loud sound system. Everything was cool before all the new apartments around me were rented. I had been the first to move into the complex. After 3 months the landlord warned me about the loud music. So I put my system in a storage unit on base. This action guarnteed that I wouldn't be evicted for loud music.<br /><br />Things were fine for another 3 months. During this period I met some other tennants. One couple and I got along great. We got along so well, they invited me to move in. So I turned my notice into the landlord that I would be moving out. He was happy to hear that news. Then when he found out about me moving into a nearby unit of his, he got really bent out of shape. It turns out that this guy was trying to have an affair with the wife of my room mate. At that time there wasn't any feeling between me and her, but the landlord thought we were.<br /><br />This landlord got so mad and gave me 30 days to move out. By law, I had to. After 3 weeks into my 30 day period, I look out the window and see the landlord in his trackhoe. We watched him while we were drinking our morning coffee. We couldn't figure out what he was doing. He drove the trackhoe across the parking lot, raised the bucket up real high and dropped it onto the back of my Gremlin! He crushed the rear of my car flat. As he was still in forward motion as well, he pushed the car forward into some concrete steps of his apartments destroying them and the front of the car as well. Just like in the movies without any graphics. This was a real life experience to witness. <br /><br />He gets his 400lb body out of the trackhoe and comes to the door. He asks for me and I go out. BTW the cops were already called and show up just as I was walking out of the apartment. The landlord reaches out and grabs my 110 pound body by the throat and lifts me up off the ground. I sure was glad that 4 policemen witnessed this action by the landlord. They then made him remove the trackhoe from the parking lot and my car (what was left of it). Then they hauled his but to the station.<br /><br />His insurance paid for the damages and of course I had to move out. His adventure caused him to spend 3 years in jail and the loss of all his property. It seems funny now to look back and realize that this was all over a piece of tail. Of course I don't think the landlord thinks its funny now.<br /><br />What is your bizzare story?

 

[technostingray]

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Yes, that is bizarre. I can't figure whether you are bragging or complaining. I couldn't even come close to that one.

 

[QC]

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Reminds me of one not near as bizarre, but ties in with the false accusation thing, and the car thing . . . When I was 22 I had an '81 Olds Omega company car. I would always drive when the boys went out etc. because I got free gas. We were out playing four wheeler somewhere with the company car and I had to squeeze it between two wooden 4x4 posts to get out of the area we were screwing around in and I made contact with one of 'em and put a slight crease down both passenger doors. There was a little paint residue from the post left on the doors too. I made a quick assessment there that the company wouldn't really notice and didn't think anything more about it.<br /><br />Next morning I wake up to someone knockin' on the door (apartment). Young guy about my age says "so, did you get a little drunk last night?" first words out of his mouth. I am wiping the sleep out of my eyes and trying to figure out what his problem is and I say something like "No, why? WTF?" and he says "oh, so you're gonna be a pain in the arse" or somethin' similar. I'm still wondering what this all about and he just says "well follow me then". So I go out to the street and parked about two or three cars in front of me (curb) is a Jeep CJ7 parked kinda crooked (left front out in the street a little) and the bumper is pulled away from the left front too. Obviously it had been hit and the other car hung up on the bumper as it pulled away. He walks me back to my company car and shows me the crease from the 4x4 posts which I had already kinda forgotten about. All of a sudden the light comes on, obviously he thought I had hit it! The height and color transfer from the post appeared to match perfectly!!! So I start to tell him that I hit this post last night, and he starts to tell me how stupid I am for thinking I can get away with this. We even start talking about what time I came in and that I had my roommate as a witness. "Well of course he is gonna stick-up for you" etc. So I am trying to remain calm and keep him calm, because it felt like we were going to blows at any second. I'm starting to doubt my own story even though I know I didn't do it Then we agree to pull my car up right next to the Jeep and see if it really matches. The height of his bumper and the crease on my car was off about 3 inches. Just enough that he finally believes me, and I go back to my apartment and he goes away and that's that . . .

 

[dogsdad]

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Okay, Mayfloat. Here's one (of many!) of mine:<br /><br />About the time you were in Maine, I was stationed at NAS Memphis. A buddy of mine from boot camp was there too, going to the same schools as I was.<br /><br />We had been there a week when he bought as brand new Datsun B-210. That's when all hell broke loose. We went insane. I think the statute of limitations is up, so I am at liberty to divulge some of our adventures.<br /><br />One beautiful Saturday morning we left base, picked up a case of beer and headed down to the Mississippi. We were cruising down this little narrow road that seemed to go on forever. My buddy was driving, and we're just puttering down the road in second or third gear. He says "hold the wheel." He then climbs out the window and sits on the hood, leaning back against the windshield. He then reaches in through the open window behinf him and grasps thew wheel, and says, "come on out---it's a nice day!"<br /><br />So, there we are sitting on the hood of his car as it idles down the road toward the river. Luckily, we had no mishaps as a result, at least not that day, and we saw no one else on that road, which is probably a very good thing.<br /><br />My buddy and I had more adventures, and it is truly miraculous that we didn't end up dead, or even in jail.<br /><br />When I have more time I will relate another story that when recalled, causes me to shake my head in wonderment.

 

[LubeDude]

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I made it from SanFrancisco to Roseburg Oregon, (About 500 miles), in five hours almost exactly in 1971 in my 1968 427 Corvette. Stopped for gas twice too. Didnt even see a cop. Like they say, "You do the math". <br /><br />Like I dont wish I still had that car. <br /><br />Only pictures I have right now, Ya, I ruined it with those stripes, but it was hot back then.<br /><br />

 

[KRS]

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Dad and I went deer hunting in Eastern Arizona. Our campground had a large tree that had died and tried to fall, but hung-up on another one. The only place for a tent was directly under the dead tree. We weren't comfortable sleeping under the tree, so a plan began to hatch to pull it down...<br /><br />Dad moved the pickup behind another tree, because it would be safe there.<br /><br />I found a large oblong rock that I tied a rope onto the middle of.<br /><br />We tossed the rope/rock up over the dead tree, and after it cleared the top I gave it a good tug and it wrapped around the trunk several times. My theory was that the weight of the rock and several wraps would keep the rope in place.<br /><br />We then tied the other end of the rope to the back of the 3-wheeler.<br /><br />Dad moves the truck behind a tree, then stand between the truck and the tree... to be safe.<br /><br />I get on the 3-wheeler and prepare to take off, I leave plenty of slack in the rope to ensure a good "stretching" of the rope to assist with the tree pulldown.<br /><br />I then give the bike plenty of throttle and it feels like I'm making progress because the bike is moving forward.... so I look over my shoulder just in time to see the rock/rope fling off the tree, hurl into the tree my dad is standing by about 20' up, then fall down and smash the windshield outta the truck, then smack my dad on the side of the head and throw him to the ground.<br /><br />Needless to say... if he wasn't dead he was gonna kill me! But, he lived, we laughed and laughed and laughed. We hunted for several days with glass flying on us and our heads out the windows so we could see, and that bruise/bump slowly went away <br /><br />Should I mention that it wasn't but 2 months later when I broke the windshield again while messing around down by the Salt River... maybe not.

 

[QC]

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When I was 14 I took a joy-ride in Mom's Plymouth Fury III Wagon to get some beer. As I was entering the Liquor store parking lot I noticed in the mirror that I was being followed very closely by a VW Bus. Kind of a hippy deal, but clean. Anyway, the guy follows me into the driveway and all of the way into the parking lot, and as I park he keeps following and rear ends me!! Very slow motion type of thing. He hit right onto a little step on the rear bumper for entering the back, had some non-skid rubber type stuff on it. Did no damage to the Plymouth, but the VW was really hurting, huge dent right between the headlights.<br /><br />So . . . the driver hops out of the VW and heads right for me as I get out of Mom's wagon. It is obvious immediately that the guy is drunk and he simply says "you little f***er, you backed into me!!". I am standing there (remember I am 14) shaking in my boots and his buddy runs up and grabs him and says "sorry man, he's had too much to drink we gotta get outta here, sorry". And that was it, we even waited there until we scored some beer . . .

 

[QC]

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Originally posted by dogsdad:<br /> it is truly miraculous that we didn't end up dead, or even in jail

Well . . . I ended up in jail twice as a juvenile, but totally agree, miraculous . . .

 

[SS MAYFLOAT]

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Some great experiences there guys. Keep em coming <br /><br />Techno, I'm not bragging or complaining, just passing on a smashing good story.<br /><br />Dogsdad, that area you are talking about down by the Mississippi River, I've spent many hours down there. I think that is where a lot of the military spend there R&R. I remember it was lots of fun cruising around on those skinny roads. Millington is where I had bought my Gremlin that got smashed up in Maine. I was there from February of 75 to Oct of 75 for my "AVA" school.<br /><br />Bassin Fever, Yeah, it was nice back there in the 70's. Not near the amount of traffic that there is now. Nothing like setting the cruise control @120 and hanging on. <br /><br />KRS, yeah you gotta watch out for thosed dead trees. I hate em. Winter of 2004 I got a 70' dead ash tree caught up in another tree about 25' up. It got my good saw pinched and I wasn't going to let it fall with the base of the tree. So I took my other saw out to cut it free. Dropped the main trunk, got my saw out and most of my body back into the bucket when the top of the dead tree came whipping back at me. The branches whipped over the top of the bucket and the side of my head. I was bleeding, lost my specticales, two chainsaws (one is still running) in each hand, and the ones on the ground is hollering "Are you okay". NOPE! Didn't go to the hospital but should have. An Xray several months ago shows that I had some bone damage to my right eye socket. Needless to say, I hate cutting on dead trees. From that, I know why they use Ash to make ball bats! I know, that is not when I was in my early 20's.<br /><br />It seems that most stories so far revolve around a young mans most honored possession,,,,,,,The Car!

 

[kenimpzoom]

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In my early 20s me and two friends took a road trip to Austin after a day of drinking beer. I was 20 years old, so too young to get in the bars. I waited at a resturant/bar on 6th street and the buddys bought me a few beers, then went to the clubs.<br /><br />In comes three hot babes obviously stippers on their night off. Somehow to this day I managed to get to sit down at their table. I have no recolection of how I managed to do that. In comes my buds and they are amazed I am sitting there with these hot chicks. The babes ordered food, and we ended up eating most of it cause we were broke. Anyways the girls ended up ditching our deadbeat butts.<br /><br />After all the bars closed we had no place to go, so my other bud just drove into a hotel parking lot and they decided to sleep there. I said no way, I had sobered up by then. They gave me the keys and we were off.<br /><br />I was crusing on the back roads at over 100 mph getting lost, then finding my way. Ended up at home at about 6 am.<br /><br />This was my buddys car and it was hurt from all the top speed driving. I bent some valves and the AC compresser blew. 1500 bucks was the cost to fix it.<br /><br />Just some crazy stuff back then.<br /><br />Ken