Lots of backwards driving, one of the best being picking up a hitchhiker with 3 girls already in the car. He was drunk and didn't know if he wanted a ride backwards, but he liked the girls so he got in. Took him just over a mile, all the way backwards on Division, the main north/south street in Spokane and he seemed relieved to get out.
Wallace, Idaho, backwards through a red light at 1:30 in the morning with no headlights and a clarinet case full of pot on the back seat. The cops stopped us, looked in the back seat, told me to stop driving the Cadillac until I got the headlights fixed!
Riding on the hood of my friends truck while he weaved back and forth on dirt roads trying to scrape me with as many low hanging tree branches as he could drive into.
Sneaking girls into my room via the low roof on the back of the house and up into the window.
Getting my dog stoned by putting him in a cupboard in my room and blowing nose hits until it was full of smoke; he was hyper, but it always mellowed him out!
They never did find out where I came up with all the astroturf I carpeted my room with.
Neither do I think they knew I was the one kicking mirrors off all the cars in the neighbourhood. (I hate myself when I remember that was me doing stuff like that.)
Doing 115 in the Cadillac, with bald tires that had the steel belts showing on the edges.
Emptying the neighbours freezer and having to carry everything down to an arterial so there wouldn't be tracks in the fresh snow leading back to where we were using an abandoned house.
Taking wheelbarrows full of presto-log pellets from the presto-log plant to that same old house.
Almost getting shot at my friends house, where fortunately he hit the window on the front of the range right next to me instead. We managed to convince his parents that a pan got dropped and bumped into it, so my parents never even heard about it.
Taking a car from Tacoma, putting different plates on it, using if for a month, getting stopped by the cops twice in one night (the last night), my friend lying about his name, only to have the cop find his real name on his license. His reply, 'What can I say'. His reply to the cop finding a pipe in his pocket and asking if it was his, 'You found it in my pocket, it must be mine'. My pipe got found too, but on the ground and I didn't claim it, because I didn't know they gave his back to him. We had the shortest getaway ever when they came around the corner while we were all peeing in the street. Took off, with me trying to get in the back seat because the other jerk jumped in the front before me. We swung around the corner, the lights started flashing and just as quickly as we jumped in and took off, we turned, stopped and all jumped right back out again.
Whew, that's enough for now...