I wouldn't know where to begin.
You could say i was a pretty stupid driver for many years. I still drive too fast at times.
I started driving cars well before I was old enough.
Yes. I was one of those teenage "Joy Riders" you hear about.
Sorry.
Accidents in Mopars....mmmm. I can think of three.
Two in my 318 Oz Charger. One bad one in the Challenger.
Here is the first one.
Showing off in the A-body Charger I hit a large bump in the road at 95mph (in a 30 limit) and flew the car Dukes of Hazzard style for 30 feet.
Took out the oil pan. The front shocks never worked quite right after either.
Got my dad to tow me home. I told him I hit an object in the road. he told me I was a damn liar because he spotted marks (and a pile of rust) on the road where I landed and followed the trail of oil to my car.
I got a mate to weld the oil pan for me. We made a patch from an old fan blade. Getting the sump off the engine was going to be too tricky. So we gas welded it from under the car...
As the pan heated up residual oil kept catching fire from the drain hole. My mate kept blowing the flame out. In retrospect that was probably a mistake as without a flame burning the fumes off the gasses built up.....
So he is under the car welding the sump. I am kneeling down watching his overalls don't catch fire. I stood up for a moment just to go to the toilet. I turned away and BOOM!
Big cloud of smoke from under the car and hood.
I shouted to my mate to see if he was OK. No response.
I shook his legs and shouted again. Nothing.
So I grabbed his legs and pulled him out from under. Only then did he speak to say he was OK.
He looked like a Black and White Minstrel when he took his welding goggles off. His face was as black as an African and his hair was blasted into black spikes.
You know. Every gasket on that 318 block was blown. Head gaskets, intake gaskets, carb gaskets, valve cover gaskets. Even the core plugs blew out!
But otherwise it was OK.
My mate was a bit deaf for a couple of days but he got over it.