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Darwin Award winner! 18 year old fell off a pickup and died. He was riding standing up on the top of the cab. The 16 year old driving was issued a DUI - other charges may follow.

You can't make this up!

I was stupid at that age, but not that stupid.

On the other hand, I'm old now and my memory may be faulty.

If you've never car surfed, you've never lived...

Oh the irony of your satement.

North roaders!

High school friend of mine died sliding off the hood of a car. Hit his head and that was it. He was a good kid that was going into the police academy after graduating.

I went out over the tailgate of a pickup while shooting jackrabbits on the Snake river plain near American Falls Idaho about 43 years ago.
Was taking a bead on one running up the road when my buddy driving decided to chase it.
Separated shoulder.

Beer and weed may have been in play. It usually was back then.

Ah, yes ............. spot lighting rabbits in Australia, as a young adult.

Back of Taco box, shooting off back rack.

I was running the light, buddy shooting from beside me, other buddy driving.

Shot a rabbit 30-40 metres away, running light back, I spot a really close rabbit.

He asks me to hold on it.

POA vs POI intersection, meant a .22mag crease in off side hood / fender !

One of my students at a high school in Nashville died that way. He was riding the roof of a rice rocket when the driver took a turn too fast and launched him off the vehicle. Headfirst into a curb at 30 MPH is not a good way to go, but at least it was quick. Over 30-something years of teaching at high schools and a state trade school, I lost 6 students- - - - -one to leukemia, three in high speed chases in stolen cars, the car surfer, plus one guy who was beaten to death with a concrete block by a "friend" while they were huffing paint.

Just God sprinkling a little chlorine in the shallow end of the gene pool.

Apparently, I've never lived.

I have a (still living) friend.

He would do all that crazy, stupid stuff.

He spent 30 years fighting fires/paramedic/fire captain, etc.

Everyone else ran out of burning buildings He thought it was fun to run into burning buildings.

He would volunteer to fight wildfires and defend houses. It bothered him not that the fire would burn around him after he made a defensive position.

Usually adobe/spanish style home in desert--he and a team would hole up in the courtyard, the fire would burn through, then he would continue extinguishing whatever was left.

If you can harness the stupid, you can get some good outta those folks.

BMT

Hotrod I was curious about what tech school you were an instructor. I lived in Nashville for awhile and can only think of the Nashville auto -diesel college which was awesome. If you'd rather not say I understand.
Thanks -tnscouter

As a teenager, a couple of buddies and I were shooting blackbirds out of rice fields while driving along gravel field roads. It was my turn to shoot so while I was standing in the pickup bed, the driver decided it was time to shift gears and pop the clutch while doing it. I fell out at about 30 mph and landed flat on my back. I was carrying a brand new 870 Wingmaster and I made sure I held it high. It survived unscathed however my back wasn’t so fortunate.

Oh crap! that hurts me just thinking about it. Now I know why you're Skinner.

Talk about going over the tailgate....
My buddy had a 1934 Ford pickup with a '54 Ford V8. At 18 years old, I was maybe looking for a Darwin award. I told him I could stand in the back when he took off. Of course he said,
"Get in!"
He started with less than full throttle until about 10 mph. I was feeling pretty good. Then he punched it. I can vaguely remember trying to keep my glass bottle beverage up right as I tumble head over tea kettle.

Darwin was a mentally-ill evolutionist, I'm surprised that you would acknowledge him.

Or in this case, died.

I ran the auto shop at Pulaski Vo-Tech from 1985-90. My father was an instructor at Nashville Auto-Diesel from the late 1960's to 1975, eventually becoming chief instructor of the automotive department. He opened the auto shop at McGavock High School in 1976, and retired in 87 or so. I took over the same shop a few years later, and ran it until 2010 when the school board closed down almost all the vocational programs city-wide. I also taught collision repair, engine machining, and welding, at times. I retired in 2011 from Overton High School. My advanced level students built and dyno tuned round track engines for several car owners at the Nashville Fairgrounds circle track. Some of those kids now have their own shops, and two of them went on to run their own racing team.

I had an old Jeep CJ3A. 3 of us were sailing across the desert and came to a short but steep hill with a dry creek at the bottom. I pushed the brake and SQUISH, it went to the floor. I hit the bottom doing about 25 or 30. The guy in back came over the roll bar, hitting his head on the way, and ended up with his head between the front seats. He just had a cut on his head, luckily. That could have been nasty.
A brake line had split. That was before dual master cylinders were invented.

Damn! No wonder there’s some stupid [bleep] on here!!