RUN AWAY!!!Drag racing motorcycles, wheelie's and the like. When I was younger it was LAWN JARTS!
Drag racing motorcycles, wheelie's and the like. When I was younger it was LAWN JARTS!
Use to be able to buy Calcium Carbide (used for miners lamps) from the hardware store. Milk jug bombs were awesome. Use to be able to buy oxygen pellets from the store too for torchs. That with sugar makes some pretty powerful stuff. At one point in my teen years the sheriff was called by a neighbor complaining that it sounded like WW3 around there.
the summer after i graduated high school, i worked at a place that used cnc torch beds to cut parts out of plate steel. there was a burn pit in back. one day we put a can of spray paint in a garbage bag to weigh it down (and for some extra color in the fire) then filled the bag with gas. even though we were out in the middle of nowhere, i'm surprised the authorities didn't show up.JARTS FTW, I remember that game. I wish I had kept the set my parents had until they moved. I'll bet that game is a good collectors item like my original set of Clackers.
How about the lighter fluid canon made from soda cans (the old ones that you could use a can opener on both ends) and duct taped together.
Hydrogen ballons (or wayyyyy more dangerous - oxy/acetaline ballons).
Wow, googled for vintage JARTS and they all ask for $100-200 bucks. I think they were $12.95 at Ayr-Way back in the day.
BB and pellet gun wars at the gravel pit. Fun days. and no one lost an eye.
No gravel pit for us but it was almost daily BB gun wars. Nobody lost an eye but there is a whiskey tango out there with a BB in his forehead and one in his ear. We also convinced him to make a small gas bomb (he used kerosene and spilled some on himself). Burnt his shirt (his older brother's Dukes of Hazard shirt, a family favorite) and put some holes in his dad's burn barrel when it went boom. He lost his eyebrows and got beat pretty good. That kid was a moron but those days were a good time.
A few years ago, when my niece was a little lady (3-4), I (Santa) gave her a tricycle for Christmas. The tricycle had a small trunk on it, right behind the seat.
A few days after Christmas, I was watching television and she came into the room on the tricycle, got off of it, opened the trunk and took something out. She looked up and saw me sitting there and without missing a beat said: "Uncle Joe, I got junk in my trunk" and walked away. One of the funniest and cutest things I have ever seen. If only it was recorded, she would have had a heck of a retirement fund.
And now back to the self destructive stuff-------
We launched walnuts at least 1 1/2 city blocks using an old bike inner tube stretched between bars of a tall swingset frame. Sometimes it took 3 of us to stretch this super-slingshot as far as we wanted. We did this with impunity for weeks, launching and running into the house, giggling, knowing that the walnuts were going so far, no one would figure out where they were coming from. (wrong!!!)
Got caught and punished. The miscalculation was that we failed to notice we were the only house for miles with a walnut tree !!........ OOOOOPS!!