My awful experience with towing was asking my Ma to tow me to the garage. Problem was the towing car was an 87 Micra and the towed car was an Opel Rekord.
No worries on the flat. But we were going through Stockport TC, where you cross the M63 (as it was then) and then up the hill over Wellington Bridge.
I was hoping the lights would be in our favour, but they were red and there was a big queue of traffic. When moving off, it was stop start and the Micra's clutch went...
So there we were, stuck on Wellington Bridge in heavy traffic with two immobilised cars on a fairly steep incline. People behind us were well-chuffed!
A lesser towing experience was when my mate asked me to sit in an Avenger that he was towing. We tried to bump start it, but it wouldn't go when I was pushing it, so B-i-L got out, I got in and he pushed. It still wouldn't start, so he had the great idea of linking it up to his new Sierra's tow bar with a short piece of strapping.The idea was that I would turn the ign on, drop the clutch, put the box in third and lift up the clutch when we got up some speed.
Two problems:
A. I picked 1st instead of 3rd.
B. The strap was too short.
If I'd picked third or the strap was longer, I think we'd have been alright, but as it was, the car lurched into life (in first, of course) and sailed into the back of this new Sierra. Luckily, it hit the tow bar and there was no damage. We checked underneath and the floorpan was straight and true.
As a teenager, a mate of mine inherited a 1950 Riley RMA from his dad - unfortunately, in pieces in a shed...
We thought it would be fun to try and put it back together and get it running, so he could use it (we were students at the time, and he was studying in Manchester)! Although not fully back together, we'd got the major mechanical bits in place. Just a few floor plates to go back in, and some trim and other bits and pieces. Although equipped with electric start, the starter motor had come off, ripping a piece of the bellhousing off with it. We had no money, but the car did have a starting handle...
...how hard could it be?
Well, it soon tuned out, really quite a bit harder than we anticipated! As the three of us sat down, exhausted, I had the brilliant idea of giving it a tow-start... with my Reliant that I had at the time...
Fortunately, he lived out in the country, so we spent a while trying to tow start it up and down a quiet single track lane. Absolutely no luck at all! Once again, we stopped for a rest and to ponder the problem. It was only then that I noticed the rotor arm, sat on top of the engine, in between the rocker covers...
"Right lads! That'll be it! It'll go now"! (I said).
We set off again. At the appropriate signal, Ged, sat in the Riley, let the clutch out...
We learned a lot of lessons that day. Not least of which, was just how much unburned fuel you could get into an exhaust system by trying to tow start a car with no rotor arm for half a morning! There was an almighty bang and a flash in my mirror. Next thing, I saw the suicide door open, and my mate Ged, bail out on to the verge, trousers smouldering. Worse than that, the bloody Riley, (now missing the rear half of its exhaust system), was in gear and running, driverless, up the road after my little Reliant! Fortunately, before we got to the T junction, it veered off into some long grass and stalled.