61 Ford pickup, 65 miles an hour. Coming up a rise into a corner on the highway. Wrapped the fucker over the top of the cab without breaking the windshield.
It was loads of fun trying to get it half assed back down out of the way. My skinny ass jumping up and down on it. Fucked the hinges and all. Then I had to find something to tie it down with.
Got to work and just took it all off.
The only thing salvageable was the hood emblem and the hinge mounting bolts.
Yep. 75 MPH, I-80, middle lane, trucks on each side of me. Completely spiderwebbed the windshield.
Been there Done that About 1980-81 Frankfurt Germany. Driving an Opel Senator at about 45 MPH. Luckily I remembered an article from Popular Mechancs and got it stopped with no problems
But for the wraith there go I.
’72 Toyota Landcruiser, starter solenoid went out and had to start it by shorting the terminals with a screwdriver and my dumb azz forgot to latch either side of the hood. So at Phil’s aforementioned 65 MPH, well after dark, sweeping right hand turn with a steep drop to a river on one side and a solid rock wall on the other KA-WHAM! the hood came up so fast I couldn’t even see it coming and everything went black. I got it shut down on the wrong side of the road and couldn’t open the driver’s side door to get out because it was against that rock wall. Thank God my Guardian Angel was yet again working overtime, or you wouldn’t be reading this ’cause I wouldn’t be writing it.
I had a 76 Fiat Spider. The hood latch is a the back and the hood tilts forward. At 80 mph there is enough lift on the rear of the hood to the top of the windshield. It will stay that way till you get under 40 mph. The latch broke on a 2 lane back country road. The top was down and I slowed the car staying in the middle of the road.
Mine was a ’63 F-100 at full gallop down a one lane mountain road, I’d just passed two cars. A sweeping right turn coming up, I stuck my head out the window only to be looking at my face in the large mirror. I then ducked inside to look through the gap between the hood and the body. I kept control long enough while braking to a stop on the only shoulder in that part of the road.
I got the hood closed but the latch was busted and parts missing. After a bit of thinking I figured to cut out a length of wire that formerly supported the bench seat. It worked out and I was on my way.
My 87 F150.
Left my parents house, heading for some function. Just as I grabbed 4th, the hood flew open.
So much for the safety catch.
It got to the limit of the hinges, then the front half of the hood kinked back at a 45 degree angle. I slammed the damn thing half a dozen times before it latched. The next day I welded 1-1/2″ angle iron across the kink and drove it that way for another ten years.
Leigh
Whitehall, NY