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This thread is simple. Post the greatest moment in your life, where you simply had to say "WTF!?". They have to be true stories. Game experiences count as well, but not as much. I'll kick it off:
A friend of mine in Ramona, CA. used to have a go-kart that he'd been working on his entire life. He'd invested hundreds of dollars into it (Which is alot at age 15) and had finally completed it. This thing could go from 0-60 MPH in 2 seconds flat.
Well, he used to like to piss off the cops with it, and he'd go tearing through our neighborhood in it, doing what looked to be 50-75 MPH. The one day that he decided to take it out of the neighborhood and onto the main drag right off of our street, he was finally seen speeding like a mofo by a cop. This is where the story gets interesting. He managed to tear ass back through our neighborhood, taunting the damn cop by stopping and waiting for him (This kart was FAST), and then hauling off through side streets and tight turns.
Well, I happened to be in my garage that morning, working on my '98 Mustang LX (I miss my car sooo much, had to leave it in CA. when I moved to FL.), and I heard that little devil approaching (Loudest ****ing kart in the universe), and I peaked out through the windows on my garage door and saw him go whizzing past my house. As soon as the sound from his kart died down a bit, I heard sirens, and a cop car went whizzing by my house. This is the moment where I simply said "WTF!?" and ran in my house to try and call him. He only lived 12 houses down from me, so I guess with the amout of time that he was out of sight, he pulled into his garage and shut the door.
I called him later and was like "DUDE WTF!?". We both laughed our asses off. Just the sight of that tiny kart flying past my house, followed by a cop car that could barely keep up.
Apparently, the kart broke down 3 weeks later, and he hasn't really worked on it since. But that's my story.
A friend of mine in Ramona, CA. used to have a go-kart that he'd been working on his entire life. He'd invested hundreds of dollars into it (Which is alot at age 15) and had finally completed it. This thing could go from 0-60 MPH in 2 seconds flat.
Well, he used to like to piss off the cops with it, and he'd go tearing through our neighborhood in it, doing what looked to be 50-75 MPH. The one day that he decided to take it out of the neighborhood and onto the main drag right off of our street, he was finally seen speeding like a mofo by a cop. This is where the story gets interesting. He managed to tear ass back through our neighborhood, taunting the damn cop by stopping and waiting for him (This kart was FAST), and then hauling off through side streets and tight turns.
Well, I happened to be in my garage that morning, working on my '98 Mustang LX (I miss my car sooo much, had to leave it in CA. when I moved to FL.), and I heard that little devil approaching (Loudest ****ing kart in the universe), and I peaked out through the windows on my garage door and saw him go whizzing past my house. As soon as the sound from his kart died down a bit, I heard sirens, and a cop car went whizzing by my house. This is the moment where I simply said "WTF!?" and ran in my house to try and call him. He only lived 12 houses down from me, so I guess with the amout of time that he was out of sight, he pulled into his garage and shut the door.
I called him later and was like "DUDE WTF!?". We both laughed our asses off. Just the sight of that tiny kart flying past my house, followed by a cop car that could barely keep up.
Apparently, the kart broke down 3 weeks later, and he hasn't really worked on it since. But that's my story.
