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The Most Daring/Dangerous Thing You've Done

As a kid I was mowing my grandparent's yard, when it came time to turn the mower off there was no apparent way of doing it. It was an old mower. Ahhh, I'll pull the spark plug connection. I crouch down, grapped the bare metal clip and ... next thing I knew I'm flat on the ground six or seven feet from the mower, legs out streached with electrical burns on my thumb and fore finger.
 
One thing I did NOT let Hubby do:

Take a job at a pharmacy opening up in South Central LA--where the pharmacists and clerks were behind bullet-proof (I hope) shielding that ran from the counter to the ceiling.

I know the local people needed a good pharmacist (I talked with some of them while Hubby interviewed), but it wasn't going to be Hubby. That the pay was $80/hr with full benefits (and this was almost 10 years ago) tells you how risky it was.
 
The Most Daring/Dangerous Thing You've Done? I have too many to choose from, most involving drugs, alcohol, automobiles, guns, the great outdoors and sex. When I was in my late teens my friend's were running a pool as to whether or not I'd live to see 30. Fortunately, I became a lot more mature in my late 20s.

Since that period of my life was late 60s and the 70s I blame disco for driving me temporarily insane.
 
I've done some reckless things involving drugs and alcohol in my youth -- once I downed a handful of Ativan with a couple of Mike's, then had four whiskey sours in less than an hour before dancing for three hours straight. That wasn't the smartest move. None of those things were daring or thrilling, though.

Once, on the 4th of July, the NYPD closed off the bike path on the Williamsburg bridge to prevent people from gathering up there to watch the fireworks. The problem was that they closed it of at 4pm, just when rush hour traffic was starting, leaving 40-odd cyclists (by the time I got there) stranded on the Manhattan side. We all just wanted to go home, but they wouldn't let us cross. One of the cyclists rallied everyone saying, "There are enough of us, let's just go on the road!" Before I knew it, I was being swept up in a flock of cyclists heading onto the bridge amongst rush hour traffic at highway speeds. It was at one terrifying and beautiful -- the cars racing by to my left made the endeavor near-suicidal, but the view to my right of the sun hanging low over the Manhattan and Brooklyn bridges, glittering on the iny surface of the East River, the gulls soaring effortlessly on the wind, unobscured by the chain-link fence that blocks it from the path -- well, that made it worth it. I'd never do it again, though!
 
Well, I didn't consider it dangerous because there were guards right outside the door, but on a few occasions when I was doing work for my church, I have been locked in a room alone with several inmates on Georgia's Death Row, all at once.

In truth, though, I was so used to them that once, when one of the guys jokingly said "So...how does it feel to be locked in a room with 5 convicted killers?" it sort of made me think about how terrifying contemplating that might be for people who have never done it. So I guess that might be considered daring.

Probably the most dangerous thing I have ever done was flying (or really, ATTEMPTING to fly) into a small airport in Dillingham, Alaska in REALLY high winds. With our wheels only a couple of yards above the pavement, we got hit with a ripper of a cross-wind, tipped over sideways and nearly crashed on the first attempt at the runway, and the pilot had to gun it hard to the point where we took a VERY steep climb in order to get out of it alive. We diverted to King Salmon and then back to Anchorage. No one on that entire plane complained that the pilot didn't try harder to land. I have never seen a more terrified group of passengers in my entire life. Standing around in the King Salmon airport, the general consensus was that we were damn lucky to be alive....even if it did mean standing around in an airport in the asshole end of nowhere for a few hours.
 
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Since that period of my life was late 60s and the 70s I blame disco for driving me temporarily insane.

Heh, I'm borrowing that one if you don't mind. I love it!!!

Well, I didn't consider it dangerous because there were guards right outside the door, but on a few occasions when I was doing work for my church, I have been locked in a room alone with several inmates on Georgia's Death Row, all at once.

In truth, though, I was so used to them that once, when one of the guys jokingly said "So...how does it feel to be locked in a room with 5 convicted killers?" it sort of made me think about how terrifying contemplating that might be for people who have never done it. So I guess that might be considered daring.

OMG! A very good friend of mine lost her childhood friend like that. She worked in a prison (i believe she was a therapist) and she was murdered by an inmate. She was there to help them and was murdered.

Yes, your being alone there WAS dangerous. I'm very glad you're here with us today. :)
 
Well, it doesn't sound that dangerous, but when I was about 12 I piled a bunch of rolls of caps (remember cap pistols?) on the driveway, covered them with a big rock, and slammed down on the entire pile with a sledge hammer.
I heard part of the boom. I was totally deaf for several minutes, my ears rang the rest of the day, and I was scared shitless. I swear to this day that's how I got my tinnitus.

I suppose the most dangerous thing I've done since then is eat at a Mexican restaurant in the Greensboro, NC area that had a very low health inspection rating.

Oh, and I had unprotected sex with a girlfriend in college a couple of times.
 
Riding with a friend on a back country road at 100+ mph. Neither of us was wearing seatbelts. Had we hit something, they wouldn't have been able to identify the model of the car much less our remains.

We were 18.
 
I told a Brigadier General, who was also the base commander, that I couldn't give him any sports equipment unless he gave me his ID card (I was 16 at the time).

Result: transferred to another section where I spent the summer scraping up the varnish in the bowling alley lanes.

Have a similar story. I was a rookie-guard in a military airbase, when the (Norwegian) General Inspector for the Air Force came for a visit. Of course, nobody cared to tell me this

So naturally, I stopped his car and asked for ID. The driver promptly showed her ID, and wanted to be let in, but I went to the back seat where to men were sitting, pressing them for their ID’s.. They showed it, and I let them in.

Right after the head of the guards came out and asked me if I knew what I had just done, and I just said yeah, my job ;)

Minus an angry email sent afterwards, this episode had no consequences for me. I actually got a promotion a while after, but I think that was unrelated :lol:
 
I did about 265 kph (165 mph) on my motorcycle once, but in a straight line. I did manage to scrape the footpegs while cornering at about 150 kph (90 mph) though.
 
I kissed a guy infront of a nun, I didn't know she was there.

Why, was it her turn? :p

I once stopped a horse trailer from rolling backwards down a hill by jumping into the cab, stamping on the brake and steering the vehicle into the kerb. The driver had gone to get a newspaper and didn't realise that his parking brake wasn't up to the job.
 
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