As a young man heading down the straight shot road, County Rd 47 in the late evening flat out with the stock '73 Barracuda 340/727/3.23 > 340 cam of course.
The front end was literally floating with the natural ups and downs of the road, remember it well.
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She was flying, those were the days. Not another car in sight...like a Vanishing Point.
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