The most fun event would have been driving an.old Nissan truck in banger racing on the beach when I lived on Guernsey. Oh man it was scary as I was a rookie driver and the more experienced drivers wanted to prove a point, but hey it sure did get the adrenaline flowing and was great fun.
I used to ride a motorbike, for a living! That was fun sometimes, when I was dodging in and out of traffic in the middle of London. It soon got boring though, and very tiring after a while, and I was glad to get taken off the bikes by illness after 10 years, but I still remember some of the wild times I had. Since then I've moved up in the world, so to speak, and now fly microlight aircraft around the skies of Southern England. When I first started I flew flexwings, which were like aerial motorbikes, and I thoroughly enjoyed throwing them around the skies. However since 2016 I've had to switch to 3 axis microlights, and although they're still fun to fly, they're more like driving a small car than riding a bike, so some of the excitement is missing.
Driving a winston cup car at the Monster Mile for 12 laps. When i got out of the car, i said no offense babe, but it was better than sex.
Without doubt, back in my mid teens, when they trusted me to run the film at the cinema and things went a bit wrong. The film was, (or rather supposed to be) Whiskey Galore. It was fine opening, but when I brought the (wrong) soundtrack up, everything changed. The picture. (correct) A grumpy old man walking around a village in Scotland, morose due to the lack of whiskey. The sound. (from another projector running a trailer for King Solomon's Mines) The herds of elephants are teaming across the plains of Africa,....(then I realised my mistake).... But there was no whiskey. The sound cut was so perfect, that to this day a few people refuse to believe that the whole lot was not deliberate. The projection equipment was that in my avatar picture and at that age I was terrified of it. To make matters worse, Whiskey Galore was nitrate that would have blown up if I had opened the light onto a static gate.
It would be too difficult to pick one thing, so I'll go with a time in my life: Late teens, early 20s. No real responsibility except for making rent. I was heavily involved in the metal underground scene when it first started. I would go to 4-5 concerts a week and would sometimes go on the road with bands. I had a magazine and started a record label while I worked for a major record label. It was just about having a good time and enjoying music/friends. Then around 27 I felt that need to get serious and go back to school. That sense of freedom was pretty much out the window and I got serious about a career.
In my early 20s I lived and worked in Brooklyn NY for a couple of years. I had a girlfriend, saw a lot of concerts and did quite a bit of drugs back then. We used to hangout in the city every chance we could and on weekends her and I would hangout in the local bars in Greenwich Village listening to all kinds of music. Good times...
When i graduated high school i was so happy to never go back.I met alot of people who became friends at the archery course i town.Then got a job and for the most part had fun for 7 years then life took a change,im still fighting daily.Yea good times till the time machine keeps going past the fun part.
Yep teens early 20s. Big group of party friends from high school we stuck together for years everything we ever did was "lets go get beers and..." lets go get beers and party on the beach, lets go get beers and go camping out, lets go get beers and go on another ski trip, lets go get beers and find acid for the concert, lets go get beers and take the 4x4s dirt bikes to the sand pit by the cement factory race around play the stereos as loud as we want and make a big camp fire. Tripping at great adventure theme park. Tripping and laughing so hard your face muscles got sore. I guess the peak was the second summer after high school when we all had girlfriends so there were about 20 of us in the tight group. Good thread, explored my memories a little that was fun. I did a life story exercise once we write life story, the neatest thing was how in the process of doing it year by year I remembered so much stuff I may never of thought of again.
