today i just remembered something hilarious, of course not at the time it wasn't; anyway it was back in high school 2-3 years ago, took my friends and my girl out to lunch in the mav, went to taco-bell drive thru, while at the window waiting for our food, i put it in park and took my foot off the brake, when it was time to stick it in drive and take off, i guess the brakes froze up, with a long line full of my high school associates behind me!! it never happened to me before, i was young and had no idea what was happening, so i just stepped on the gas and started peeling out, i was freaking out, and so embarrassed. everyone had to leave the line, some of the guys came out of the restraunt to look under the hood with me, i called my uncle who was close by and knew exactly what it was, we bled my master cylinder. supposedly there was air or debre in the lines! everyone who was in my car had to hitch a ride with other people back to school. anyone else got any funny embarrassing stories?
drove the mav out of the school parking lot and the car died right in the midle of the road... crazy imbarresing also their was this one time i drove into a ditch... EMBARESSING AS HECK!!!!!!
Heh...your Taco Bell story reminded me... About 10 years ago I brought my old '77 out of storage after it had been sitting for years. I was with my brother and we went through the Taco Bell drive through at about 11 at night. Well, I had routed the fuel injection fuel line and return line too close to the exhaust (among many other problems) and after idling for long periods of time the car would stall and not want to start. As I pulled up to the speaker the car indeed died and wouldn't start. The girl taking the order realized what happened and said "Sir, you are going to have to move your car out of there so other customers can order" through the speaker. There were other cars behind me and my brother and I had to push the car to the window to get our food and then out into a parking spot to let the car cool off... Man, I felt like an ASS! Then there was the time I ran outta gas on the way home from a Roundup after my wife told me to stop and get gas... ...and the time I had to rebuild and then ultimately replace my fancy $200 one-wire alternator on the way to a Roundup... ...then there's the electric fan failure on the way back from Roundup '06...DOH! ...Can't forget about last year when I blew the motor 100 miles from home on the way back from the Gathering after I told my wife that of course the Maverick would make the 1600 mile round trip JUST FINE...
Another teenager tale. Before I got my first Mav on the road it was a driveway cruiser. Use to sit in it and listen to tunes on my new am fm cassette. Had the girlfriend stop by for a little visit one night. Told my Mom we were going to sit in the car and listen to music. (yeah right) Of course what happened next you can all guess. Steamy windows and fun had by all. Heres the embarrassing bit. My neighbor calls me over when I got home from school the next day. Keep in mind the neighbor is a smokin hot redhead in her mid thirties who sunbathes naked behind her shed. She goes on to give me some advice. Before my girlfriend comes over again I should think about fixing the loud squeak in the rear suspension. She said she was jealous listening to all that squeaking last night. Man was I embarrassed. Worse part was I was too young to clue in she was likely hinting at something with the jealousy comment. Damn if I could go back in time.
A friend of mine bought a 74 Grabber I had a couple years back,well anyway I pull up next to him at the light and I pulled out my phone and started recording a video. He didnt really drive the car hard(didnt know how),so I hyped him up to get on it,this fool pops the clutch as soon as he gets through the intersection the right rear wheel comes flyin off! The drum was sitting on the ground spinning like a coin,the tire rolled into the curb and flew so high up in the air.You had to be there to get the full effect,ill have to upload that video so everyone can see it.HILARIOUSThats what happens when you tighten your wheels down with a 3/8 drive ratchet,he pulled a rookie move on that one
Oh, I have many embarrassing Maverick stories. Way too many considering I haven't quite had the thing two years... Starting with the night I brought it home, from Jackson MS. Three hour drive normally, took me over six that time. The car wouldn't go over 55, kept flooding out and I kept killing the battery trying to get it started again. Numerous jump starts. The worst part? Although the heater worked, I was freezing my ass off because I did not know about the cowl vents under the dash. In the first few months I had several interesting breakdowns while I was getting things sorted out. Before I settled the sordid love triangle between my battery, charging system and electric fan, a trip to the drive-through was a gamble: Was I going to overheat? Will the combo of headlights and fan drain my (new but defective) battery? Will a stranger be pushing me? Jumpstarting? Both? Or will they have my burger out the window in time for me to get some wind on that radiator and some revs on that alternator? And then of course there's my epic "Wiper Linkage" saga which contains all sorts of impossible Maverick related emarassment: http://mmb.maverick.to/showthread.php?t=38853 http://mmb.maverick.to/showthread.php?t=42794 http://mmb.maverick.to/showthread.php?t=46443 http://mmb.maverick.to/showthread.php?t=49534
it happens a lot here also...how do they do that... if something isn't working on Patches, Effies first question..."was this something you were messing with?" or "was it working before you messed with it?" i have to tell her yes, but i was trying to "make it better"... ..."I Love Her Berr,y Berry Much"...
I wanted to ask a young lady out, so I offered her a lift in my Maverick. That weekend I want to replace the speedo cable, I pulled the gauge cluster out. I did not have time to finish the job, so I drove around for a few days with a missing gauge cluster. The you lady was shocked when she saw the inside of the car and never spoke to me again.
Her: "Um, where are all your gauges and stuff?" Stef: "At home" Her: "Is this, uh, safe?" Stef: "Of course! Don't worry! I keep my roofies here in the dash, but as you can see I'm all out today."
I took a Chevy boy out in the 4dr(w/the 3-on-the-tree)to show him "what a Ford runs like".Dumped clutch,smoked tires real good,wound it up,banged second real hard(complimented with a loud screech from the tires)and.....well third never came up because I busted the shift collar when I crammed second.He was amused,I of course was embarrased as well as mad.Since it had 3.55s,I just got under the hood,put it in third,clutched it just a bit & drove it home.
This was more embarrassing to my husband than it was to me. We were working on the red and white Maverick we sold last year and the car which had been running just fine suddenly would not start. There was no fuel going to the carb. Dale, who has worked on cars his entire life, immediately reasoned that the fuel pump was bad. He picked a new fuel pump, put it on the car and still no fuel was getting to the carb. He sprayed some ether in the carb and the car would fire right up, but then stall back out. He put the old pump back on and still had the same problem, so he swapped them out again. The car still would not start. He was getting totally frustrated by now because he knew this was something he should be able to figure out. I was working on something else at the time, but I dropped what I was doing when the cussing and swearing started. I got in the car and turned the key not to start it, but to check the gas gauge. The car was out of GAS! He insisted there was at least a couple of gallons in the tank, but after dumping another 3 or 4 gallons into the tank and spraying ether into the carb the car started right up. I think Dale turned 5 shades of red that day.
I was at a red light many years ago, slightly uphill and lots of traffic. The turn lane to my left got the green and started to roll forward... or so I thought. I was not paying attention, and it was me rolling backwards (4 speed). I bumped the guy behind me in a Honda. Rolled right back into him. That was about the only embarrassing incident. I was daydreaming. The most embarassing car story for me wasn't in a Maverick. My LS1 Camaro (6 speed) used to do some friggin great burnouts. My co-workers would goad me into doing it sometimes after work. The road was long, straight, and never traveled, so it was easy. One time I got out and dumped the clutch, feathering the pedals to remain stationary and off the rev-limiter (I don't believe in doing a burnout with brakes). As usual I made gobs of smoke and lots of noise, but it was different this time. My friends had puzzled looks on their faces. Afterwards they said my tires didn't spin, and I noticed the smoke didn't smell like tire. It smelled like asbestos... I forgot to turn the traction control off! The smoke and burn were the rear brakes and clutch burning from the TC system surpressing the wheelspin. So instead of taking 10k miles off my tires, I took it off the clutch. Then there was the time when I was a kid out on a Sat night at a bar. (Before they bothered to card people) I got into a fight with my GF's X-BF. His friends got involved in the parking lot and I thought I would be a bada$$ and get out my aluminum bat to take them on. The bar workers came out and ran us off. The others left right away. I had to round up the GF and then we tried to leave. The drive into the bar parking lot was a huge upward grade to the highway. I mean it seemed like a 45* slope, about 60' long. Probably not that extreme, but close. I showed my a$$ and spun the wheels like a fool, heading right for the slope out. Well, my clutch gave out at the bottom of the hill! The car would go about a 3rd of the way up, then the clutch would give and the car would roll backwards back down to the bar, engine revving the whole way. I had to get a running start and hit the hill as fast as it would muster with the clutch slipping, OVER AND OVER. After about 15 runs at it, I made it out. By that time, the entire bar had emptied into the parking lot just for the entertainment. They were laughing and cheering every time I ran at the hill, and then rolled right back down. Everything bad for me deals with a clutch it seems... ???
