If you have been around cars long enough, you will eventually gather a vast collection of automotive-related horror stories. It could be anything from watching your wheel fly off and launch itself deep into the woods, to breaking off your thermostat housing before your cross country road trip. We’ve been there, and we want to hear your automotive tales of woe. If you’re curious or concerned about the car pictured above, it is in fact one of our own and we are all planning for a quick recovery when spring arrives.
As for me, I’d say one of my worst automotive mishaps was when I was about 17. I hopped into my 1964 Thunderbird project, fired up the 390, and dropped it into gear. It jerked forward with authority and right up the driveway so that I could then back it down in front of the garage door. I brought the beast to a stop and lifted the shifter back into reverse. Down the gently sloped driveway I went, steadily increasing speed as I cut the wheel to head towards the garage door. POPFFFFFFFF is all I heard when the brake line exploded onto my driveway and the brake pedal stuck firmly to the floor. My friend Scott watched in horror as I was now careening towards my dad’s absolutely pristine 1976 Corvette. I think he covered his eyes and said “noooooooo” in slow motion but I can’t be sure. “Panic” was the only word in my mind during that moment. Should I drive through the house or the Corvette? Quick, make a decision! QUICK JEREMY QUIIIICK!!! Before I was willing to make that impossible decision, I lifted my foot and cranked down on the e-brake hard enough to snap the e-brake cable. This situation was not improving. With each passing millisecond, the squeak from my lungs became a higher pitch. My final option was to give the parking pawl a brutal and untimely death with extreme force and vulgar profanity. I jammed that car into park hard enough to nearly break the shifter off the column. Unfortunately for me, the parking pawl was not up for the challenge that day. There was only one decision left to make. Do I stop a 2 ton Thunderchicken with a house or a Vette? I quickly weighed out my options and pointed the massively imposing rear end towards my dad’s pride and joy. Yes, that was the longest 5 seconds of my life, and it was not pretty.