I used to jump my first truck. It was a 83 Datsun Nissan with a rotted out body. There's a small town called "Large, PA" which is right off 51. Behind there, it's paved now, but used to be an old gravel road. There's a rail road track there and kind of a small pond, used to call it "Twin Lakes". There was ahuge mountain of coal back there. Anyhow, I would jump my truck going up into the pile of coal. One time, I had a radio in my truck, it wasn't bolted down so when we took off the radio flew out and hit my friend.
Another time I was taking some girl home and I hit a deer with the truck. So my front end was all smashed up and sometime later I was with some ppl and we were in this parking lot (Barvarian Village in SP) and one of the big street lamp posts had fallen down. Someone asked me what happened to my truck and I said me and my friend Mark rammed that lamp post down one night. Months later we were in that parking lot and this guy was like "Man yins are crazy" I was thinking, wtf is he talking about, "I can't believe you guys rammed that lamp post down!". I started laughing I couldn't believe that first he believed that I did that and second he STILL thought I did. I never told him otherwise tho.
One time went to get gas and there was no gas cap. The tank had fallen down and was dragging on the road. Luckily found out before anything happened.