I have run across a few in my day, but to launch this thread I will tell only one of the stories. I'll call this guy Bob Howard (not his real name, but close enough). I met him when we were both attending the auto tech classes at the local community college. He first made himself known as a "Topper", where if one guy told a story then he had another one that would top it. It was not too long before the rest of us were talking about it and decided to have some fun with it. One guy would start a story and the rest of us would join in, making it more and more fantastic as we went, but we were all telling the story as though we all had been there for whatever it was we were fabricating. He would bite, every time. Anyhoo, shortly after I graduated from this program I had the opportunity to work for a factory sponsored racing team where we raced Honda products in various classes, but primarily with IMSA (a now defunct sanctioning body). I worked there for a couple of years, met lots of legendary people and got to know some of them and their teams really well. Well, after awhile I tired of the job and sowing my wild oats, and I wanted to settle down back home, so I quit and moved back to my old stomping grounds (actually moved in with my soon-to-be wife). I got a job at a Honda dealership in Santa Cruz and the first day on the job, lo and behold there is Bob working in the next stall. Now, I never liked him much and he didn't seem to have changed at all, but I couldn't really avoid him very easily. Over the course of the first week or so I told him what I had been up to over the past couple of years and he came back with the expected BS stories about how a bunch of different racing teams really wanted him to work for them, blah, blah, blah, when one of the smaller team owners who was up in Half Moon Bay (nearby and up the coast) asked if I would work on his car and that he had made enough points to compete in the SCCA Nationals, and would I crew chief for him at the Nationals. Now this car was a Mazda RX3- a rotary engine car. So I tell old Bob that I am working nights on a Mazda, and he launches into how he is a master rotary engine builder and that Jim Downing of Downing Atlanta Racing Team had actively tried to recruit him to be the main engine builder for the racing team. Now, it just so happens that I knew Jim and all of his crew at the time. He had hosted us in his home for dinner a couple of times, and as circumstances would have it the SCCA Nationals were held at the Road Atlanta race course in Braselton Georgia not too far from Downing's shop. So I tell Bob that I will mention him the next time I saw Jim at the track. Bob sort of got a little deflated and left me alone for the next few days. I had to get a week and a half off for the nationals (I had only been working there for a few weeks or maybe a couple of months at the time) but we went. I did see Jim Downing there (he was usually competing since it was so close for him and he always had enough points to make the field) and told him the story about Bob Howard. Needless to say Jim had never heard of him, and he enjoyed that I was going to call the guy on his BS story in a big way. He gave me one of his press photos with his autograph and a note that said something like "Bob Howard? Never heard of you. But here is my autograph just the same." (I forget exactly what he wrote) I got home and gave Bob the autographed picture and told him that Jim laughed at his BS and had never heard of him. Bob was totally deflated,walked away mumbling something incomprehensible and never bothered me again and I quit there a few days later (got a job offer working at a racing supply store owned by the team owner I chiefed for). So, anybody else have any stories?