One of the kids friends put his pool mattress in the back of my truck yesterday after we went swimming and didn't tell me or I would have closed the lid. Driving down the Hwy, it flew out and hit a BMW a few cars back, then bounced off and hit a truck. Huge OMG moment. Damn. I should have let him out, but moreso, I should have checked. Kids all laughed- except the kid who lost his mattress…

A mortar shell (firework) driving down central expressway in Dallas when I was in high school. I was driving, and had some friends riding in the back in the truck bed. Freaked me out at the time as I thought we'd be arrested, but we didn't. One of those stories that makes you laugh looking back at it.

Edit: I meant to say they actually lit it off and it exploded in the sky with all sorts of noise and pyrotechnics. This is as we were approaching the high 5 as well, which is the DFW area's most trafficked artery.

Headed home from Aggieland for the summer with a queen size mattress wedged in the back with three bungee cords as added security. As soon as I headed south on 6, into the air it went thankfully landing in the median and not causing any injuries or damage.

No, but I once had one of the T-tops on my Trans Am blow off the car.

Not out of the bed, but i had the entire spare tire bracket Shear and the tire went bouning down the road. Thankfully i was not on the highway and it went off into a parking lot before hitting anyone.

You forgot to pull on the cords and snap them back and say "That's not going anywhere"

I've had my seat cushions blow out of my boat. I saw it once and went back and got it. Didn't see the other one and have no idea when or where it took flight.

An old tv on an old dirt road, but that was on purpose.

Had an old bbq grill tump out at George Bush and Texas during a move. Put the truck in park in the middle of the intersection and recovered my grill and a couple of the lava rocks. Still worked great.

Jack Ruby said:

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A mortar shell (firework) driving down central expressway in Dallas when I was in high school. I was driving, and had some friends riding in the back in the truck bed. Freaked me out at the time as I thought we'd be arrested, but we didn't. One of those stories that makes you laugh looking back at it.

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I lost a ladder on I-49 in high school. I pulled into the next median crossover only to discover a state trooper hidden in the pines. After giving me a minor lecture he helped me safely retrieve it.

On the other end - I hit a couch on I-35 after watching it blow out of someone's truck. That thing got an impressive amount of hang time.

I was moving from an apartment to a duplex in CS and had a wardrobe box that was up against the cab and surround by other boxes go straight vertical and out. It bounced on Welborn a couple of times. I think some of the clothes were permanently stained by dirt.

Stringfellow Hawke said:

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Headed home from Aggieland for the summer with a queen size mattress wedged in the back with three bungee cords as added security. As soon as I headed south on 6, into the air it went thankfully landing in the median and not causing any injuries or damage.

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Same exact thing happened when moving from Aggieland. Mattress landed perfectly across a muddy ditch and didn't get dirty.

I was driving through Austin on the elevated part of I-35 when I saw a mattress come out of the back of the truck, bounce, then disappear over the side and into the traffic below. I always wondered how long traffic was backed up over that.

Just your mom

Was transporting a cheap glass-top desk across DFW about a decade ago. It apparently wasn't very securely attached to the frame. Hit some sort of bump on the highway and glanced at my rear view mirror just in time to see the glass pane exploding into a million pieces behind me and cars swerving like a bomb went off.

Lowered my eyes and clenched my jaw and just kept on going

Mainly just beer cans

Pinball machine.


Not mine, but my idiot friend thought he didn't need to tie it down. One of my favorite slow motion memories

Scriffer said:

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Pinball machine.


Not mine, but my idiot friend thought he didn't need to tie it down. One of my favorite slow motion memories

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Milwaukees Best Light said:

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Had an old bbq grill tump out at George Bush and Texas during a move. Put the truck in park in the middle of the intersection and recovered my grill and a couple of the lava rocks. Still worked great.

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My husband had this happen at that very intersection with an old smoker. He, too, parked in the middle of the intersection to recover it....

Claude! said:

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No, but I once had one of the T-tops on my Trans Am blow off the car.

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Eric Dickerson, is that you?

In my early 20's, was transporting a full size piece of plywood from HD on my little S-10 Blazer. Had tied it down to roof rack, doing about 50 mph. It lifted off and landed on the grass median thankfully. Turned around, went to go pick it up, noticed that the sheet was still firmly tied to the rack.

Knots good, attachment strategy (no front end attachment), not so good.

Just blowin' smoke of that good good

It didn't blow out, but, I did lose something while driving 75 mph on Hwy. 71 just outside Smithville.

My ex left her pot bellied pig at my house after we split. She was making no effort to care for it so I asked if I could find it a new home. She agreed and I was able to find someone nearby who would take the pig. I borrowed a dog crate (thin metal crate, not the plastic kind) from a friend and trapped the pig in it. Had to get a neighbor to help me load it in the back of my F250. The pig was clearly not happy about this. I jump in the truck and head down the road for what would have been a 5 mile trip. Right after I cross the Colorado River I catch a glimpse of the pig and she has clearly escaped from the crate. Before I could do anything that damn pig jumped out of the bed of my truck. I watched in horror in my passenger-side mirror as she clears the top of the bed and flies (very briefly) through the air at 75 mph (yes, pigs can fly). By this time my driving instincts have kicked in and I slam on the brakes. It is too late. As I am quickly coming to a stop the pig hits the asphalt landing broadside, she bounces up higher than the rail on my truck bed and continues to bounce a few times more eventually rolling to a stop just as I do. I jump out of the truck and run around the back of it expecting to find a very injured and pissed off pig. Nope, that damn thing jumps up and runs off into some thick brush. I follow her but have never seen her since. I did go back several times over the next week expecting to see vultures circling but never did.

The ex was pissed and accused me of killing the pig. The pig had used its nose to bend one of the sides of the crate enough that she could squeeze through.

Only an antique chair that jumped out of a moving home truck load on 105, and a small empty ice chest that I saw fly out of my boat on I-45 in heavy traffic once.

We stopped and gathered up the chair. It actually was restored to like new eventually. The ice chest was $15 and I wasn't going to risk my life or anyone else's trying to retrieve it.

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It didn't blow out, but, I did lose something while driving 75 mph on Hwy. 71 just outside Smithville.

My ex left her pot bellied pig at my house after we split. She was making no effort to care for it so I asked if I could find it a new home. She agreed and I was able to find someone nearby who would take the pig. I borrowed a dog crate (thin metal crate, not the plastic kind) from a friend and trapped the pig in it. Had to get a neighbor to help me load it in the back of my F250. The pig was clearly not happy about this. I jump in the truck and head down the road for what would have been a 5 mile trip. Right after I cross the Colorado River I catch a glimpse of the pig and she has clearly escaped from the crate. Before I could do anything that damn pig jumped out of the bed of my truck. I watched in horror in my passenger-side mirror as she clears the top of the bed and flies (very briefly) through the air at 75 mph (yes, pigs can fly). By this time my driving instincts have kicked in and I slam on the brakes. It is too late. As I am quickly coming to a stop the pig hits the asphalt landing broadside, she bounces up higher than the rail on my truck bed and continues to bounce a few times more eventually rolling to a stop just as I do. I jump out of the truck and run around the back of it expecting to find a very injured and pissed off pig. Nope, that damn thing jumps up and runs off into some thick brush. I follow her but have never seen her since. I did go back several times over the next week expecting to see vultures circling but never did.

The ex was pissed and accused me of killing the pig. The pig had used its nose to bend one of the sides of the crate enough that she could squeeze through.

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Could have had bacon for life…

Most husband lost my rocking chair out of the back of his El Camino when moving. We have also been hit by a flying BBQ grill and a microwave oven. TIE THINGS DOWN

yea, after some bad chicken. Blew out of both ends actually.

Nothing has ever been blown out of my truck, but something has been blown in my truck, before.

I thought was a story about a car stereo or a box of carton of cigarettes at a gas station.

I once had to throw away a brand new recliner that was not mine in a Love's dumpster on 35 on the way to Hillsboro from DFW.

Around 20 years ago I was newly married and visiting inlaws in DFW. My wife's grandmother had ordered a new recliner in DFW and after a long time it finally got delivered to her Aunt's house in Bedford. I volunteered to transport it from there back to just outside of Hillsboro.
Loaded it up in the truck and tied it with a smaller rope. Was driving back on 35 south slow being extra careful when an 18 wheeler passed me. As it did the crosswinds shook the truck pretty bad and the rope failed. I watched in the rearview in slow motion as the recliner slid to the tail gate and then proceeded to do a perfect flip and land upright scoring a prefect 10 landing on I 35. Cars swerving everywhere behind me except for one lucky soldier heading to fort hood driving a jeep Cherokee who didn't have time to react. He proceed to flatten the recliner as flat as a mattress as springs and stuffing went everywhere. I took the first exit and turned around and all i could see were autos at a complete stop for what seemed like miles. My heart sunk and I just new someone was hurt or possibly even dead. After what seemed like forever I get to the damaged jeep on the shoulder and see grandma's $700 lazy boy destroyed completely underneath the jeep. The soldier was shook up but not injured. The jeep on the other hand had some front end damage. Cop shows up and I give the guy my insurance and they both help me load a flattened recliner back in the bed of the truck. I start back south again and exited at the Loves truck stop and disposed of the flattened recliner in their dumpster. We get to grandma's and she says" I can't wait to sit in my new recliner". I say grandma, we have a problem. I threw your recliner away. She starts laughing and thinks I am joking. After telling her a few times and telling the story she finally realizes it was true. I felt so bad and offered to buy her a replacement but she would not let me. She ended up buying the same recliner in Waco and getting it delivered to just outside of Hillsboro for a cheaper price than what it cost in DFW. And to this day I will not transport anything in my truck bed without ratchet straps on it.

Hell, yes! While attending A&M I got a summer job at a lumberyard in my hometown of Weslaco. A sip buddy got a job there, too, that summer. The lumberyard was moving its location to one more spacious. Besides making normal deliveries in this old beat up truck we also moved product to the new location all summer long.
It's windy as hell in the RGV and one day we strapped 17 sheets of 12x4 tin roofing on the rafter of the truck. I'm driving going 10 mph on the side of the road and my sip buddy is standing in the back of the truck with his arms across the tin roofing as extra security. We are slowly cruising by the Oldsmobile dealership when a super gust of wind hits us. I hear my sip buddy yell then look towards all the new cars lined up at the dealership. A mass wave of tin roofing violently flying towards them. Bam! Bam! Bam! Bam!….. WTF!!! Holy ****e!!! I'm not sure if a single car went untouched. We jumped out trying to chase them down but they were too fast for us and went thru the entire lot. We couldn't help but laugh our asses off at such dumb luck. Dale Mauldin (owner) and Charlie Plank (sales manager) come running out pissed off. They were friends with our dads and knew us….proceeded to chew our asses out, but fudge …..we couldn't stop laughing. So many new cars had to have body work and new paint. Bajeesus. Lumberyard insurance paid a hefty toll and we got to keep our job. Still cracks me up seeing all that tin roofing flying thru the car lot.

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