Anyone got a funny story or tale regarding datsuns (or other makes)? Or even some trivial facts that most people don't know?
This site is great, but when I get the time to use it and don't need parts or advice It seems a bit dull. Don't get me wrong, it is a very handy & sometimes entertaining site, but a bit more fun & humour as well as the other content would be great!

In late 85 I wa driving my datto 1200 wagon along the SE freeway ( about where the works are happenning now) and with a slight drizzle of rain and all of a sudden I went from a 100ks to zero ks parked in the miiddle of the freeway, hell what did I know about tread and speed and grip back then.
I had the mag wheels (12''jellybeans ) the tyres were round and black and that was all that mattered, but after three 360 spins at 100ks an hour new rubber was my new best friend.
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Ah, yeah ive done that too, but I was being stupid at the time. You live and learn!

Me and my old mate Glen used to go out for a traditional thursday night hack in the back streets for a game of 'cat and mouse'. The game consists of 2 idiots, 2 cars and 2 pairs of balls like small planets. Ideally performed in the wet the object of the game is to be the mouse. Cat chases mouse. You want to be the mouse so what happens is that the mouse has to pull hand brakies and all sorts of stuff to try and stay in front but if old mate does a 180 handbrakie right in front of you you either have to get out of his way or beat him to it and become the mouse. There is usually one car that out powers the other but to make it interesting you do crazy sh1t. TO give the other driver a sporting chance.

Mind you this was over 10 years ago and there was alot less traffic on the streets. Man I really was a d1ckhead.

All said I really don't reccommend this game for 21'st century use.

Yep! Them was the days!

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About 14 years ago I badly smashed my 1200 coupe and in the process busted my kneecap in half, fractured my sternum, bit a chunk out of my lip and a few other injuries. There was nobody to take me to rehab to get my leg muscles moving again.





So after a month I had to get another car on the go. Enter the white 1200 sedan





The car was #13 in the chain. so assuming that it was unlucky I decided that the car must DIE! It was a saturday night and after a gutload at the Queensbury Hotel I was dropping a mate off near essendon airport when a fox ran out in front of me. Naturally I gave chase but I was outfoxed as it were as I couldn't stop on the icy grass and stacked into a runway guide light.

The next day I took a look at the damage to the RHF and decided that it was time for the car to die so I picked up my old mate Glen and we set off from essendon to Mt Dissapointment for a health check! We ended up rolling the car. It flipped 1 1/2 times and landed on the roof. After some hilbillys helped us get the car on all fours I had to crowbar the rhf guard off and smash the wheelwell back to get half right turn.






After 10 minutes of driving the rear window fell out as it had half popped anyway. It drove like a pig and it was a bit of a handfull but I managed to drive it to m work (pizza hut tullamarine) to have a bite to eat. When I arrived there they said ' about time you got here, wer're flat out' Bugger that my cars stuffed. They ended up roping me into doing 4 pizza deliveries and then wouldn't give me a free pizza. So on the last delivery which was a massive order to a remote customer I tell him 'sorry about the pizza mate, I rolled the car on the way here, they might be a bit messed up!' He looks at the car and asks if we are all right and we told him we were only joshing and that the boss had roped us into it. We all had a laugh until I got back to work and found out the dude had rang the manager to tell him he's a prick for making us do the delivery in a car that was clearly rooted!

Funny times! Sorry about the long winded story. It is still missing alot of details but I can only type soo much.

That was a cack mate OH god my eyes are watering i can hardly type.

I went to work one day and parked the datto just outside the house. Spent all day slaving away only to find at 5pm my car was missing. I freaked out and asked all the neighbours if they'd seen anything strange, but no-one had. I had no option but to report it stolen to the police who were very helpful but weren't very positive.
About 6.30pm I went for another quick search and looked down a grass cliff face about 50 metres from where i'd parked. The drop off was at least 7 metres and it was hard to see stuff down there.
I could just make out a red tail light of my car which was entirely covered with lantana! Somehow it had rolled down and narrowly missed several huge trees....a true datsun miracle....that was the last time i left it out of gear! god bless datsuns

when i was a young man at this party a friend thought it would be a good joke to let down one of my tyres, well i didnt see the humour in that especially considering i had no spare or a pump handy to reinflate it. i was so mad i decided to get some revenge. he had a holden sandman they were just released. when no one was watching (still at the party) i jimmied open one of his doors poured a little bit of petrol on the seats and carpet and threw in a match HA HA HA HA did that wagon burn to the ground or what! yeah i probavly went a little to far but like you guys say live and learn.

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ya think!!!
i hardly think letting some air out of a tyre warrants burning down someones car.
i thought we were after funny storys, not stories of reckless vandalism.
id get some help with that mate.