There is the one that Paul Rako recounts. And this is one classy prank . . . .

https://www.edn.com/electronics-blogs/anablog/4311370/Pranking-bosses-friends-and-competitors-

"It is much safer to do fun pranks like Analog Devices engineer Sandoe Thomsen did to a co-worker who was constantly bragging about the great mileage his VW Beetle was getting. Thomsen started adding gas to the tank. IDT analog IC designer Paul Brokaw worked with Thomsen at this unamed previous company at the time. Brokaw reminisces. “It was back in the 1950s when Beetles were rare. Sandoe began tracking this guy’s mileage and adding gas to his tank. Remember the old Beetle had no gas gauge, making this occasional fill-up pretty hard to notice. I don’t recall that they got it to 100mpg, but it was a big number. And then Thomsen cut him off, cold turkey. The guy went nuts and took the car in to get the mileage fixed. The VW mechanics confirmed to him that he was nuts."

Another VW Beetle trick was the variety of things a team of adolescent kids could do by picking a Bug up and moving it. The one I remember best was a Beetle parked on a driveway between two tall thick hedges. We rotated the Bug 90° so that the front and rear bumpers were now touching the hedges with no room for the Bug to move forward or back.

We did something similar to a Nash Rambler. There were about 8-10 of us kids playing football in the street. A neighbor left his car parked on the street right where we were playing. We asked him to move it into his driveway, but he refused in no uncertain terms.

He went into the house. We considered moving to another place, but that was the only straight section of road nearby.

So we picked up the car and put it between two trees. There was about a foot and a half gap at each end.

And then we left to play football somewhere else.

Thanks to all for reviving this memory for me.

As a student, I was in a team which took a horse transporter to a competition. One of the team went in his Austin 7. That night another team member drove the Austin 7 into the horse transporter and closed all the doors.

My late father told me one he played decades ago. My dad and his little sister were very close, always wrestling, scuffling and playing pranks on each other. At her wedding, he and one of my other uncles jacked up the back of her and the groom's 383 Challenger just a little bit. In the grass you couldn't see it. After the wedding, when everyone was outside to send the newlywed couple off, they got in the car, my uncle accelerated and the car didn't move. Well, being a grass parking lot, he gave it more gas. The car still didn't move. So, being a hotrodder, he gave it a lot of gas. The tires were just touching enough and a massive smoke cloud erupts, engulfing the entire wedding party. My aunt jumps out of the car in her wedding dress, screaming after my dad and chasing him around the church parking lot. He said the whole thing was pretty comical.

Dad was such a trip.

I read thru the rest of the trail and found this one.

I worked as towmotor operator and had to move a pallet of very heavy chemical drums from one side of the plant to the other at 2:45 in the afternoon (prep for 2nd shift). The only way to get there was to go out one door, down a driveway and in another door. I had to go slowly as the load was near the weight limit of the lift truck and bumps in the road would lift the steering wheel off the ground, thus momentarily losing control.

Nearly every day at least one person was running late for work and would have to crawl along behind me blowing the horn. The louder the horn, the slower the towmotor went.

There was one particularly nasty person who we decided to get even with after he filed a complaint. We lifted the back of his car and slid blocks under the axle, just high enough so the tires would clear but not be obvious. We did that for a week straight and each morning we found the blocks along the side of the parking lot.

We stopped blocking the car up when he stopped blowing the horn. Mind you, he could have gotten to the same parking lot from the other direction around the plant at any time.

I got out of the movies late one night in Flint, Michigan and my 1970 Buick Wildcat convertible cranked but would not fire. I opened the hood to see the coil to cap wire missing. I looked through my trunk to see what I might have to get me home. All I could find was a short piece of wire with alligator clips on each end. With no insulated boots I wasn't sure it would work but I clipped one end to coil and one to cap. Fired right up! Turned the wheel as I pulled out of parking place and found the coil wire tied to the bottom of steering wheel. What nice friends I had in college.

This is not at all car related, but one of the best...

An official company letterhead at the top of the message attached to the copier read: "This copier has been outfitted with our new J-245 voice recognition module. Simply speak clearly and loudly which of the following functions you would like the system to perform; Copy, Fax, Scan, or Print".

Listening to people screaming at the copier never got old.