Slick road, leaves, youth, inexperience and a V8 can sometimes lead to unfortunate "learning experiences." Luckily for me, it only took one. Unfortunately for me, it was a doozy.
"Boy, your dad is gonna be pissed." --Witness to the accident that happened to know my dad.
"The hell with dad, _I'm_ pissed." --Me.
"Looks like an expensive lesson already, but I think I can make it a little more memorable..." -- The judge after imposing a $300+ fine.
Oh yeah. Should've stayed in bed.
Fixed everything but the bent frame in this very driveway. Again. My parents were ecstatic when I left for college.
Oak trees are surprisingly resilient. Much more so than cars.
Oh yeah, bent the frame. Believe it or not, the battery survived. I even managed to straighten the bumper. It's still on the car today, didn't even so much as scuff the chrome... Just bent the hell out of it. Even the turn signal bucket survived IIRC.
More carnage. Notice how when I was lovingly painting this car (in this very same gravel driveway) I even painted the stuff you normally don't see... The original color was a really pretty forest green metallic. But I had to have red...
At least all the expensive grille pieces survived. You can't see it very well here, but the fender is overlapping the door by an inch or so.