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Iggy · 02-28-2006, 05:06 PM

I have a good one.

When I was a sophomore in high school my dad was fixing up a car. It was a 1960 Austin Healey Sprite. Really little car, it felt like a tin can when you rode along in it. It would have been really cool, except he had just rebuilt it and it was pretty scruffy looking and bright orange.

Well one day he decided to drive me to school in the Austin Healey. He had just got it running that weekend and wanted to take it for a test drive. Bad idea. It was fine until we got up to the school. Then the front drivers side wheel came off. Completely. Rim, rubber tire and all. Right in front of the school. I could have died...

He managed to coast on 3 wheels into one of the parking spots on the street in front of the school. I grabbed my stuff and bolted to the door without further ado.

When I got home that evening, my dad told me that he had 3 teachers lift the car (it was that light and since he didn't have a car jack) and put the wheel back on to drive home. Apparently he hadn't tightened it enough when he put the wheels on in the days before. He laughed at the way I ran for the door as soon as the car had stopped. But can you blame me?

Here is what it looked like, but keep in mind, it was bright orange.

02-28-2006, 05:06 PM	#17
Iggy Back and ready to tart up the place Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Kansas Posts: 850	I have a good one. When I was a sophomore in high school my dad was fixing up a car. It was a 1960 Austin Healey Sprite. Really little car, it felt like a tin can when you rode along in it. It would have been really cool, except he had just rebuilt it and it was pretty scruffy looking and bright orange. Well one day he decided to drive me to school in the Austin Healey. He had just got it running that weekend and wanted to take it for a test drive. Bad idea. It was fine until we got up to the school. Then the front drivers side wheel came off. Completely. Rim, rubber tire and all. Right in front of the school. I could have died... He managed to coast on 3 wheels into one of the parking spots on the street in front of the school. I grabbed my stuff and bolted to the door without further ado. When I got home that evening, my dad told me that he had 3 teachers lift the car (it was that light and since he didn't have a car jack) and put the wheel back on to drive home. Apparently he hadn't tightened it enough when he put the wheels on in the days before. He laughed at the way I ran for the door as soon as the car had stopped. But can you blame me? Here is what it looked like, but keep in mind, it was bright orange. Attached Images __________________ Chock-full of naughty goodness.