In a small town junior college [not to be named]...
Some fellow band members and I picked up our drum major's Triumph and carried it sideways six feet onto the sidewalk. We left it there long enough for the campus officer to put a ticket on it and then carried it back to its original parking space.
But my personal best had to be:
I had a standing (somewhat friendly) rivalry with the the guy in the dorm room next to me; our nickname for him was 'Ajax'. Let me set it up: The dorms were industrial brick buildings with high ceilings, exposed steel beams, high non-opening windows and had 8 foot tall solid-core reinforced doors. They were arranged in quads with all doors leading to the outside. Ajax had a habit of leaving his TV on went he went to work.

The problem was he worked second shift, usually 4pm to midnight. One night, right before midterm exams he didn't come home, so after listening to the TV through the one-brick-thick wall we heard the local TV station end its broadcast day with the national anthem, followed by a test tone (at full volume), followed by even louder static. We had to call (wake up) the campus security guard to come down and unlock his room to turn it off. This offense required satisfaction.
About a week later, storms blew through and knocked down a maple tree about a half block away. The tree broke right at the base of the trunk. It was about 25 feet tall and 20 feet wide. We approached the home owner with a proposition: as dutiful, civic minded college men we offered to remove the tree debris for free. He took the offer, no questions asked. This was a Thursday. Ajax went off to work and we dragged the tree to the quads. Then my roommate, being slighter in build than I graciously consented to being shoved into the return air vent to crawl through the HVAC to the other room (a 15 foot crawl) where he kicked open the vent, dropped down and opened the door. It took about six guys to shove the entire tree, trunk first into the room.
It filled the room completely; wall to wall, front to back, floor to ceiling - so much that we had trouble closing the door!

We celebrated our handy work with a libation and retired. About 2 am, we had a knock on our door. I answered it with an as sleepy and uninterested, questioning look as I could muster asking, "What do you want?" It was Ajax, drunk from boozing it up after work and all he said was, "Can I sleep here? Someone put a tree in my room." Feigning ignorance we answered, "Whatever. C'mon in." and he slept on our floor till the morning. The next morning we, kicked him out when we went off to class and being Friday found reason to go home for the weekend. So did a lot of other guys. We heard after the fact that it took him until Sunday to cut all of the tree out. Somewhere there exists a posed photo of the participants, Dalton gang style except we're standing in front of a door with a tree sticking out of it. I wish I knew who has it.