When I was 16 I saw a friend turn around the corner so I stood in the street for a game of chicken. He sped-up and hit the brakes. Then I sat on the hood and he peeled out, sped for a couple of blocks and slammed on the brakes. While he sped i worked my way up the hood so I could better give him the finger. when he hit the breaks I slid down the hood just short of falling off.
That was 30 years ago and not something you forget.
In days of old I had notions of being a stuntman. A friend had a '73 Camaro. I decided to show him what a good stuntman I could be. We agreed that I would stand in the street; he'd drive up at about 20 mph. and I would roll off the hood as if I'd been hit. I worked too well. I rolled up the hood and put my knee through his windshield.
I didn't get hurt but he window cost me money. We agreed to pay half each because he agreed to it.
I did the same thing in Calumet Park one night. We were drinking (did I mention booze in the previous action?) and I stood with a friend in the middle of the road pretending to argue. As a car drove by he was to push me in front of it. It worked great. I rolled off the hood and landed in the grass. I lay there pretending I was out. The guy got out of his car and was freaking out asking, "Are you all right?"
I couldn't help myself I started laughing. I thought the guy was going to kill me.
Not good ideas but I DO remember them with some fondness.
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