Dumb things you did as a teen

I was 16 years old, had just gotten my full unrestricted license and was ready to drive out somewhere truly free for the first time. It was about 8pm and I went to Sonic. Parked, got out, and walked around the building three times wondering where the frick the entrance was.

Got back in my truck and it clicked. It's a drive-in.

It wasn't until last year that I ever saw a walk-in Sonic.

When I was 16 I drove down to Hogansville with a couple of friends to hook up with some skanky girls. We had been there for about an hour when the dad came out of the house and the girls immediately bolt for the house. We of course had been told like the idiots we were that he had ok'd us coming down as long as we didn't come in the house. Well dad was a detective for Troup Co. and had us all pissing our pants till he said if we got the frick off his property and never come back he wouldnt't have us arrested. Never run as fast as I did that night back to my car and got lost as frick cause I drove as fast as I could and as far as I could. Thank God I finally found 85 and headed back north.

Way to many things come to mind when you involve alcohol and the mind of a teenager.

One night I got drunk at a party and it started raining so I crawled underneath a mattress outside that was laying against the house and was woke up by a police officer. A fight broke out at the party and the cops got called and the cop pulled a gun on me thinking I was trying to hide when in fact I had been sleeping there for quite some time.

I turned 16 and got my license, and my Dad decides he's not handing me a decent car to learn on as my first vehicle, so he comes home with a 1971 Datsun 510 that he had just paid a whopping $500 bucks for (this was in 1988).

It was lime green, inside and out. A 4-speed manual stick. It had an 8-track am/fm radio that got 3 stations and there was a single speaker in the center of the top dashboard.

The driverside window wouldn't go quite to the top to close, so as you drove around, there was this high pitched shreeking whistle right in your ear. Gawd that sucked when it rained or was cold and you couldn't put the window down to stop the whistle.

The clutch was heavy as hell, and you had to push it in just right for the stick shift to transition gears properly.

It also topped out in 4th gear with the gas pegged at about 65 mph. And if you were going over about 45 mph, the entire car shook like a giant vibrator. It was freaking insane.

And lastly, if you were in 4th gear and going over maybe 35-40 mph, and you dropped it down into 2nd gear and then quickly popped the clutch, the RPM's would shoot up as the car abruptly slowed, and then it would backfire loud as hell and a long plume of fire would shoot about 10 feet out the back tailpipe. LOL!

The ONLY redeeming quality about this piece of crap car was the not give a frick factor.

So one day, I'm driving with my girlfriend up Sandy Plains road, right in front of our high school, Sprayberry. And next to the high school is the baseball field. Between the road and the outfield is about a 30-40 foot long hill or embankment leading down to the field. And on that hill are nothing but massive nasty as hell looking briar bushes with giant thorns.

Well my GF and I notice some guy running on the dirt path up top of the hill between the road and the briars. I'm doing about 40'ish in 4th gear when my GF looks at me and grins and says "Do it."

So just as we reach the guy, I drop it down into 2nd gear and pop the clutch. The engine revs down hard and then "BOOM!" The huge backfire, and I'm staring in the RV mirror and I see the fire shoot out the back.

Well this MF'er must have thought it was Vietnam again because his dumbass took a swan dive down the hill and straight into the briars. My GF and I were both in disbelief.

I had never felt so bad in my entire life! I didn't even consider that he would dive down the hill. We were just hoping to startle him.

So we immediately pull over as there's a road right there at the end of the baseball fields and the briar bush hill. We get out and run down to go help the guy. And man was he in the thick shite. My GF and I were scared as hell because this guy was fricked up and we had no clue how to get him out.

We flagged down another car and asked them to get help. Needless to say, within about 10 minutes, there was 5 cop cars there shutting down traffic, 2 firetrucks, a paramedic truck, and they were using the giant firetruck ladder to reach the guy because he couldn't move and nobody could get to him any other way.

About 2 hours of firemen hanging on the ladder above the guy trying to move and cut briar bushes and free him. Traffic was backed up for miles and there was about 100 people ultimately standing around watching.

I honestly thought I was going to get arrested. The cops asked us what happened, and we just said my car backfired and we saw the guy jump down the hill. Luckily they didn't hold me for anything and just called it a freak accident.

The guy ended up needing quite a few stitches and was taken to the hospital, but ultimately recovered fine and was ok.

To this day, though, I still feel guilty thinking about it. It was quite the lesson learned.

Although I still made my car backfire all the damn time. Such a piece of shite. I blame my Dad for it all! LOL

You son of a bitch. So you really are a yellow jacket? go Trojans! Glad that wasn't me. I lived nearby

16 and newly licensed. I was about 30 miles from my hometown visiting a girl. The road back was a two land with nothing but pine trees and small dirt roads the whole way. No one on the road but me as I pull out of the small town I was visiting and started home. Suddenly, another car pulls behind me and starts following me. It's close to midnight so I decide to slow down so he will pass me. He slows down too. So I speed back up, so does he, about 5 car lengths behind me. I slow down to 10 miles below the speed limit but he will not pass. So I say screw it, I will outrun him. I am a little freaked out, but I was given my mother's old car which was a Ford LTD with a 400 engine. So I speed up to about 75. He also speeds up. So I step on it and get to about 90. That's when he put on the blue lights.

After telling him that I was doing the speed limit until he started following me and spooked me, I talked him out of giving me a ticket. I just had to promise to tell my Dad what I had done (small towns).

Unfortunately, I have several of these.

2 weeks after I missed my curfew resulting in my Dad searching my town, asking all of my friends where I was, and embarrassing me thoroughly, this happened. 2 girls from out of town were visiting. Big news in a small town. My best friend makes his move on the cute one. I have a girlfriend, but am not with her, so I am the wingman for the dumpy one. And I mean dumpy. About 4'5' tall and wide. Somehow, we end up at my friend's brother's house trailer, with me trying to carefully entertain the troll while my friend rocks the trailer. Losing track of time, it's not until my friend is cooking scrambled eggs that I realize the time. As I zoom home in the fog, I am hoping I can beat the sunrise. I also assume my Dad is hunting me and probably have the cops hunting me by now. When I get home, I see my Dad's truck, so I assume he has looked for me and given up. I kill the lights and do my stealth approach. As I walk to my bedroom, I think I hear my Dad snoring and get some hope. As soon as I get in bed, and turn off the light, I hear his door open and he knocks on mine. I know I am screwed. When I answer his calling my name, he says "Time to get up to go hunting". I finally told him about this years and years later. I miss him.

The next year when I was 17, about 7 of my friends and I met went to Saturday Petit Le Mans at Road Atlanta. We had coolers of beer and tailgated on the front straightaway. Got tanked.

My buddy who had his dad's truck said everybody hop in back and let's go over to the hill on the S turn. So we loaded the beer cooler up and drove over. Two up front six in the bed.

We got over there and our driver backed us up to where the hill starts going down steeply. We sat around for a while and drank beer and pissed all the people off who were sitting on blankets on the hill. Just being rowdy rednecks.

My driver buddy says let's head back over to our spot and we all climb in the back. The tailgate was down. Instead of moving forward , he started in reverse down the hill and slammed on the brakes. All 6 of us and the cooler went flying out of the back and down the hill. Rolling and slamming into people and their stuff. Every beer in our cooler ended up at bottom of hill. The grown ups were not happy and we had about 150 people screaming and cursing us out while we tried to quickly salvage our scattered belongings.

16 and driving, summertime, I get all monkeyed up and before I know it the sun is peaking. So, I hightail it home. I park and the house is still dark. I think I have a shot at sneaking in and going upstairs to my room. With my hopes somewhat high, I reach for the backdoor knob only to have the door open as the old man was leaving for work.

That was not a good moment.