Well my dad, born in 64, as a teenager would go to concerts all the time, when he was about 18 he hitchhiked to a concert in Boston I think it was. (Hitchhiking was a lot safer to do back then) So him and three of his friends went had a blast and needed to hitchhike home too, so this guy in a beatup pick-up truck picks them up. Everyone was sitting in a different corner of the bed (the big open trunk behind the driver), and just bullshitting about good times and shit. So they also notice that this is a truck that the bed can detach, and it will still beable to drive. Well the driver, who was just a "cool old dude" (my dads description of him) takes a corner really hard, causing the bed of the truck to fly off with my dad and his three friends in it, and they're just sliding and spinning on the pavement screaming their asses off until it stops and they notice the guy just kept driving. So the police show up and they're talking to them and what not, and after my dad and his friends go to Jack in the Box to get some food to swallow down what just happened. Well low and behold while they're in line the "cool old dude" jumps in line like nothing ever happened. I guess he didn't even realize it lmfao My dad has a bunch of good stories because he had a pretty wild youth haha he once got pulled over by the cops while walking down the road late at night, and almost arrested for "shitting on the bakery floor" lmao