Back in 85 we were cruising for a parking spot near the Summerfest grounds. We spotted one and made hast to it only to be cut off by an a$$hat in a little two seat something or other, maybe an MG, and laughed at by his paid for date. So we trolled for another spot. As we walked to the gates we ran into, well looked for that car and by gosh we found it. So we decided that we could lift it and moved it onto the sidewalk snuggled in between two trees.. Man it was hilarious!!! I still don’t know how we didn’t get in trouble, people walked by as we did this and just laughed.

Shame…

no, murder would be off-topic. Gotta start a new thread for that.

This blog is giving people alot of bad ideas, how to hot wire cars, how to remove valves out of the stems, whats next, how to get away with murder????

One time I was cut off by a car and they brake checked me and caused me to run off the road. I got thier plates and tracked them down via the copmuter at work (car sales) where we find who the car is titled to and got thier addy. I found his house and not only flat his tires, I cut out about 1 inch triangles out of the side walls with my Rambo knife.

My first cycle, a Kawasaki 440 LTD, never had a starter and wasn’t equipped with a kick start. The whole 20 or 30k miles I put on it were started by pushing. I made starting it an art, by getting on and instinctively giving the bike just enough momentum to start right up. Most wouldn’t notice even that I push started it.
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I’m with a dude who cruised with me all the time. We stopped at a hot dog place in Philly. I had a couple chili dogs and when it came time to leave I put on the helmet, got on and kicked the stand then, as always rolled it and popped the clutch.
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nothing happened, stopped dead. His bike’s running, he’s waiting for me. I roll it a bit more and nothing. Some more, nothing. I get off and roll it at about 5 mph, hop on and… nothing. I’m perplexed, it always starts up…
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In wonder I look up at him for advice, he lifts his helmet and instead I see he’s been laughing his ass off, probably the whole time.
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he pulled the spark plug wire.

Dude… that – was – AWESOME!
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shaaahaaahaaa…
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It’s something I would surely do, but I’d leave the valve innards nestled between the stem and rim, and if I was in a particularly nice mood might even have left the tool as well.
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It’s a hell of a lot better than keying the paint, something I loathe completely to the degree of instant, violent vengeance… but this is a very intelligent way to seriously inconvenience complete a$$wholes and it’s educational on two levels, both instruction in tire valves and what can happen when you pull mean shit on people.
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Nothing to regret, well except not leaving the core and maybe something to help someone put it back in so yeah I guess you can regret that, but with me there would also be that silver lining I could take some pride in.

I wasn’t going to answer this. Years ago, about 20..I siphened gas from a state truck for my own rusty truck. It is my worst car crime of my life. Sometimes i cry and hide in the corner. I feel terrible. Ok. I am lying. I just knew to get something better on gas to avoid that kind of desperation…yep. 20 years ago. funny enough my car is over 20, anyway, To add to my desperate innocence. I was a teen who just got a phone call that my mom was in a coma, and was not going to live..If I wanted to see her alive, best travel 260 miles in a hurry. That would have sucked to be in jail and never made it there…all on account of that exotic expensive gasoline. I think it was a buck or so then…

and i just noticed how theres a BFgoodrich logo above this blog, yet the tires in the picture are Pirelli

i was walking in a high school parking lot during a football game at night. me and 3 other people. then we spotted the car of our bully, and his windows were rolled down, so we all peed in his car, i aimed for the radio, while the others just did the seat, it smelt like pee afterward!
i felt bad cuz the smell/stains are hard to get out