Miss Adventures

[Phil Spencer]

I was wondering what miss-adventures other people have had, I will start off with two of mine:

Miss-adventure No 1
Back in the good old days at 19 years of age I was interested in vintage cars. One night I was participating in a night navigation trial in a 1925 Chev Tourer, we were traveling around Gisborne (Victoria) when I felt the call of nature we pulled over and I rushed over to the nearest fence and started to relieve my self suddenly I felt a sharp pain in Willy and saw stars I had inadvertently peed into an electric fence stopped me in mid stream and it wouldn't work for hours after.:eek:

Miss-adventure No 2
I had a business trip to Northern Victoria several years ago as I was calling on a woolen mill my wife decided she wanted to come with me so she could buy some wool. I dropped her off at the shop and went out to the factory to talk with the maintenance guys. When I had finished I jumped in the car and took off, about 10 K down the road I realised that something was missing I had left the wife behind I turned around and by the time I got back there she was waiting for me. If she comes with me now she makes me give her the car keys before I go into a meeting.:confused:

Has any one else got a mis-adventure to add.

Regards

Phil

[silentC]

At about 6 years of age I was chasing my cousin around the dairy yard. I slipped and fell into the sewarage pit, which was an open hole about the size of a 44 gallon drum into which the cow poo was hosed when the yard was cleaned up. I went in up to my neck. Nearly drowned in cow shyte.

Around the same time I also peed on an electric fence. Shocking experience.

Still doing dumb things after 30 odd years. Day before yesterday, I went out to the car to go home from work. I noticed the parkers were on. Flat battery! I walked home. Walked down again yesterday, borrowed a battery charger and put it on charge for a few hours. Went out at lunch time and it was charged, started fine. Packed up the charger and went back to work. Came out in the arvo to go home. Flat battery!! I'd forgotten to turn the parkers off

[CameronPotter]

Day before yesterday, I went out to the car to go home from work. I noticed the parkers were on. Flat battery! I walked home. Walked down again yesterday, borrowed a battery charger and put it on charge for a few hours. Went out at lunch time and it was charged, started fine. Packed up the charger and went back to work. Came out in the arvo to go home. Flat battery!! I'd forgotten to turn the parkers off

Good work mate! I would have given you a greenie to numb the pain, but apparently I need to spread around the love a bit more...

[silentC]

I thought so. And I'm not even blonde....

[Termite]

I thought so. And I'm not even blonde....

Let's be honest mate, when it comes to hair you're not much of anything.

[silentC]

If I'd gone into the shyte over my head, I'd probably have some hair on my head too, instead of stopping at my ears

[Driver]

Many moons ago, in the days before remote central door locking devices for cars were invented, I was driving through a major city in England.

I used to smoke in those days and I had run out of ciggies. Espying a tobacconist's kiosk, I pulled over. This was a very busy road - strictly no parking - with double yellow lines everywhere. I reckoned I had time to pull up, leap out, dash across the pavement, buy my gaspers and be back in the car in nothing flat. I looked around quickly for cops and traffic wardens. None in sight. Right! Leap out of the car, across the pavement, buy the fags. Back to the car.

Aaaaarrrgh! Bloody hell!

Door locked. Engine running. Keys in ignition!

I used to lock the car door by pressing down the inside locking button and levering up the handle as I closed the door. Habit had made me do this without thinking.

I was about to go back to the kiosk to ask if they had a wire coat hanger - the implement of choice for breaking into locked cars - when the constabulary arrived.

"Oh dear, oh dear!" was his opening remark, having summed up the situation in a glance. "You must be feeling quite embarrassed, sir....."

[Skew ChiDAMN!!]

So many misadventures, so little time. There's the ones' I've already related elsewhere; my day collecting stumps on the bike, the anniversary, etc. so I won't retell them.

How 'bout the time I put the kick-stand down on the bike (well... I thought I did!) only to have it fall on the grey ghost ticketing up the car next to me? Or the time I parked & locked the ute, only to have it gently roll down the hill into the back of the cop car parked in front with me jogging alongside trying to get the wrong key in the lock? Then there's the time I started off in a 'dozer, only to spot my brew-bag and thermos disappearing over the front of the track from where I'd left it while I climbed aboard. When backing up to see what I could salvage I ran straight into the damned foremans' truck; he'd pulled up behind me once I started moving...

I guess it can all be summed up like this: about five decades ago I was born... and it hasn't finished yet. Some people have one of those days; I have one of those lives.

[CameronPotter]

My favourite misadventure story (that isn't mine thankfully) happened to a mad science teacher of mine. He was prone to misadventures, like lighting (read as "blowing up") a 44 gallon drum full of petrol "to see what would happen".

However the best one was that he had recently got a trailbike on cheap - there was no mudguard. Anyway, off he went driving around the farm generally having a good time. After a while he was getting pretty confident so he started to go faster, then he spied a cow pat and thought, "Right, I'll go straight over that..."

Well, he did go straight over it, the bike did its thing, picked up a large amount of the pat (fresh and steamy) and proceeded to insert it so far up his nose that it FILLED his sinuses. Apparently it took two weeks to clear his sinuses.

Not every teacher would be willing to tell their students stories like that...

[Auld Bassoon]

As a lad in Jersey I used to do some coastal fishing with my Godfather and a few others. Coming back into harbour on a falling tide, I was asked (read as "if you don't you'll get a wallop!") to get on the bow, put one foot on the adjacent boat (paired moorings) whilst the boat owner made fast the stern mooring.

I should have known better. Falling tide meant outgoing water, and the boats were moored bow-in. Guess what? The bows of the two boats, on which prows I had a foot on each, started to part.

I yelled. I hollered. I was ignored. I got very wet, a groin strain, and applauded by about 30 watching onlookers. Buggah!

BTW much more recently a work colleague of eastern European descent was always calling for "alignment" between initiatives, even if they were not even remotely connected. She became known as Miss Alignment (not to suggest that there was a Miss Adventure, or even a misadventure ) Sorry!

[Auld Bassoon]

Well, he did go straight over it, the bike did its thing, picked up a large amount of the pat (fresh and steamy) and proceeded to insert it so far up his nose that it FILLED his sinuses. Apparently it took two weeks to clear his sinuses.

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That would probably take a bit more than a squirt of 'Sinex' to clear :eek:

[ozwinner]

When backing up to see what I could salvage I ran straight into the damned foremans' truck; he'd pulled up behind me once I started moving...

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Thats classic....

Al

[Daddles]

Hah! Here are you old bludgers spouting ancient history. Pah. Mere amateurs.

Here's a story from this afternoon.

I'm a writer. I have a laptop dedicated to my writing - this internet lark is done on a seperate beast. I transfer files from one to the other, plus do a backup EVERY session using a USB drive. It's great. Small. Neat. Lives on my keyring.

Well, this arvo, I went out. Got home at a reasonable hour ... and discovered that my USB drive, complete with key ring, was still in the flamin' computer :eek: Had to break in through a window didn't I

Richard

[Driver]

... and discovered that my USB drive, complete with key ring, was still in the flamin' computer :eek: Had to break in through a window didn't I

Richard

Oh dear, oh dear! You must be feeling quite embarrassed, sir .....

[Harry72]

When I was about 4 the EW&S were installing a new sewer main down the main road next to our house...
The trench started near our house and finished about 3km up the road which just happened to be at my grandmothers house... can you guess what happened?






























I knocked on grandma's door shocking her... how'd you get here... Oh I walked !
One of my uncles dropped me back at home and explained to Dad that the trench he dug(he worked for the EW&S shovel and pick gang) is how I ended up at Grandma's!

And boy did my sisters cop it for not watchin me!