That was Mainly how I Did Spent my Easter´s Day ... Now it Sounds Funny!
I almost mentioned this earlier, but since you said this happened on Easter (felices pascua florida, mi amigo)I gotta go into it..
I did a rear brake job on my Z car a few years back on christmas eve. At the time, I had a pair of mismatched wheels on the back because my wheel had gotten a flat tire.. my dad let me borrow the tires from his race car project. (normal tires at the time) ANYhow, MY mags used flat-style lug nuts, with a washer.. and the others used acorn style lug nuts (with a dished fit into the wheel hub) BUT none of use were really *aware* of that..
We were under the impression that these wheels just needed spacers to fit on a Z. Anyhow, I left my uncles place after a long, difficult rear brake job (I hate drum brakes) and on my drive home I noticed a clunking. It started to get worse, and I didnt have a cell at the time. I turned around to go back to my uncle's shop.. clunking is getting worse.. Finally, 1/4 mile or less down the road from my uncles, I went over a set of train tracks, and KICKED the rear drivers side wheel right off the car!!! 11:45 on christmas eve, in the middle of the ghetto.. (Ive been shot at on my uncles street for no reason before, right down the street from the projects, THAT kind of ghetto)
We had to use the rear bumper bracket to jack the car up enough to get a spare tire onto it, and I drove home. The next morning (christmas, remember) my oldest brother and I got to go back and search around the vacant lots to find the wheel.. it went bounding about 500-800 feet down the road and off into the grass. The only thing that hit the ground on the car was the extreme outside rear corner of the lower control arm... BUT that was only about an inch and a half lower than the corner of my fuel tank, which would have been the next bit to get hurt.
That was the day that I really really realized that my parents and older brothers dont know everything, after all.....