The “Water Cooler” is a feature on Claycord.com where we ask you a question or provide a topic, and you talk about it. The “Water Cooler” will be up Monday-Friday in the noon hour.
QUESTION: What’s the riskiest thing you’ve ever done? (skydive, drive over 100, bungee jump, etc.)
Talk about it.
Fight a war as a soldier.
thank you, Abe, for your service!
back in the late 70’s I went to Mexico and bought 2 half sticks of dynamite and bottle of everclear and brought them back in the over head department on a PSA flight.
i wouldnt ever mention that anywhere ever.
10 day deployment to the Camp Fire.
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Getting married
It wasn’t an adventure type thing.
Was working at Sunvalley Williams-Sonoma, in 2002.
The storage room had many long rows storage rack 12 ft high.
Walking space between rows was about 24″ (2 ft).
Once or twice, instead of using a ladder, I climbed/straddled between the racks.
Kind of stupid thing to do with a heavy case of product in glass bottles under one arm.
I once jumped out of a perfectly good airplane.
I made three parachute jumps at Fort Ord, surviving each time after packing the parachute I used.
I used to say that I couldn’t understand why anyone would jump out of a perfectly good airplane. But I was told (by someone who would know) that there was no such thing as a perfectly good airplane.
Try jumping out of a perfectly good Helicopter some time. Now they just fast-rope down.
Fed Up,
No thank you.
A very long time ago, I observed that there were many more airplanes and helicopters in the ocean than there were submarines in the sky.
As a civilian, motorcycle jumping. Nothing too dangerous, we built ramps in the middle of a
dead end street and get up enough speed to jump over them. As an 18 year old Marine in Vietnam, firing an M-60 machine gun seemed thrilling, so I volunteered for helicopter door
gunner duty.
I know I have thanked you before, but, thank you, Dawg, for your service!
Ooh Rah! Get some!
…. in socal…. had a couple friends each in rival gangs (won’t mention names)
On the Ustafish, we weren’t at that place doing that thing that we didn’t do, whatever it was.
moved to California for a job, knew not a single person, nor was I clear on the higher real estate prices compared to where I came from. For us, that was a risk.
I went skydiving at the age of 18. It wasn’t my idea, but it was an absolute blast! As I look back, I’m just glad I did it when I was young, and it worked out fine. My boyfriend had to talk me into it, and I was wise enough not to tell my parents it was “his idea.” My parents were friends with his parents, and it would’ve been a disaster. I’m glad I waited until I went away to college that summer in LA, and it was my introduction to “total freedom!”
Behind the 7-11 at Mohr Ln and Monument there is a large water pipe that crosses the canal and is an easy 40 drop that would kill you if you slipped,and in the 80’s when they stopped using the train tracks and fenced of the bridge behind 7-11 because the wood was rotten and you could fall though it,we would cross that pipe on our hands and knees (we werent exactly sober) to get to the pathway on the other side that was not open to the public back then.I wouldnt dare do that now.When they fenced off that bridge you had to make a huge detour to get to Pleasant Hill Bart.Picture that bridge closed right now,how many pedestrians it would effect.The same amoiunt as it did back then and it was closed for at least 5 years For decades they would not allow people on any canal pathways either.They had a stupid little chain across it that said” trespassing prohibited” We would ride our brand new Honda Hobbit mopeds around all night on the canal paths(on lysergic acid diethalamid) and never once got questioned.Concord had “canal patrol” cars that drove on the paths.In the 80’s Concord was quite a police state.The police would stop young men because they had long hair,which was happening everywhere at the time.They felt the “longhairs” couldnt have a job looking like that and were just out committing crimes.There was and is no such thing as white privilege btw.We thought Ole school Concord was awful,but it was better than it is now.
The Autobahn well north of the 120 mph my speedometer went to.
Like pretty often, left myself enough time to walk from car
to my 6:00 daily formation. I lived outside of Wurzburg and based
in Kitzingen if you’re familiar with Bavaria.
Technically didn’t break any law.
My friends and I snuck into a military base when we were 8 years old. We found many bullets and a live rusty grenade. Got in a huge trouble for grenade when we brought it home.
In either 1968 or 1969, I was running a sports car rally in my 1967 Barracuda Formula S fastback “out in the middle of nowhere Nevada” when there were no speed limits. They told us at the start of one stage that there were “dipsey dos” (undulating road) in one part of it and to not go over 60-65MPH. As I was driving through the section, it didn’t seem too bad, so I started to pick up the pace. At around 100MPH, all of a sudden, “where the heck is the road???” I was airborne. I’m not sure how high I got, but the sound was awful when I landed. The car seemed fine and we ran the rest of the rally with no problems. When I checked the underside of the car later, the oil pan was scraped. My navigator and I were wearing helmets, the car was in top condition, it had an SCCA legal roll bar, 4 point quick release competition harnesses and a fire extinguisher that I could reach fully belted in. At the end of the rally in Las Vegas, I did a top speed run and got it to 132MPH by a corrected tachometer. Then we drove back home and averaged 100MPH for 400 miles in Nevada heading north. That included a gas stop and a few small towns; I was at 105-110 most of the way.
Sprinting across open ground, under hundreds of automatic lead bees, while tossing a small angry pineapple at bad men. It worked. I was 5 years old. Africa hits different.
Well…. it was some years ago but I may still be in danger so I will omit the details and protect the privacy of those involved but suffice it to say she did not tell me she was married.
Military Police and Alameda County Sheriff. Too many to name
Probably traveling to India. It’s not like the US and it’s like the safety net we have here. But instead of being scary it was exhilarating.
As a kid, I used to ride my bike without a helmet.
We didn’t need no stinking helmets! …. that’s why I got a concussion after flipping my bike end over end trying to jump/fly over a large mound of topsoil when i was 11 ears old!
never once wore a helmet on a bicycle,or a mask.