kill stories
OK, got a couple for you so bear with me:
* Probably 1970, late night, Whittier Blvd. in SoCal. I'm sitting at a red light when a new '70 Chevelle 396 pulls up next to my '69 340 Swinger. The Chevelle driver looks over, revs his engine, and we both leave as the light turns green. (Note: back then there wasn't any delay between the cross traffic light turning 'red' and your light turning 'green', so you'd watch the cross traffic light and leave when it changed from 'yellow' to 'red')
I beat him and when he pulls up next to me at the next light, he looks over and says, "What have you got in that?"
I just smiled, said "Small block", and drove off leaving him with his jaw in his lap.
* Again, 1970, same '69 340 Swinger, and only the 2nd time I took my car to the drags at OCIR. I was running G/Pure Stock since the only mods I'd done so far were tuning. Still had the factory 3.23 gears and no Sure Grip. Come down to the final against a '68 Road Runner with a 383 and I could tell he had a couple of non-factory items on his engine. He drives by our pit area, stops, looks over and says, "Man, it won't even be close."
So, up to the line, tree counts down to green and I cut a great light and leave just a bit before he does. I can see him right beside me all the way down the strip and don't see the 'win' light for either lane come on as we go through the lights. I pull up to the timing booth after the return road and the guy hands me the timing slip with 'WINNER' stamped on it. I ran a 14.28 and 98+ mph.
I pull back into my pit area with a huge smile on my face just as the Road Runner is driving by. My ex-wife steps out in front of him so he has to stop - she walks up to his window and says, "You're right, it wasn't even close!"
Good times back then and great memories.
