kill stories
I just smiled, said "Small block", and drove off leaving him with his jaw in his lap.
A bit of the same. That story reminded me of a case with a 68 El Camino 396 SS from High School. The owner was a friend of mine, and always gave me crap about my car. A lot of people did primrily cause I built my car from the motor out (a 360). Needless to say it looked pretty crappy at some points through HS.
Anyhow, he always flipped me crap and all I would ever tell him is "just wait, Ill see you at the track". Well it actually happened soon after we had a few words at school one day.
Oh important note: while he did "build" his car, he didnt pay for it! Daddy did!
My Valiant was a burger join budget ride.
So back to the race. We ended up getting lined up at the track for the HS drags. I was super siked! I knew I was gonna show him that it may not look that great but damn it she will move!
So, we leave the line and I got the jump because of the 904, he had a 4 speed. Well I look over and he is nowhere to be found, Im looking at the tach, the track, the tach, the passenger side window, I am now half track and I still dont see him. (he is in my sail panel blind spot) then sadly I have to say I heard the rumble of that 396 gettin' louder and right at the end of the track he passes me with a half length at the trap. Needless to say he was super suprised and gave much more respect to the homely little Valiant after that.
2nd Story (street race) his is copoied and pasted from my Build Thread.
So one night soon after my motor was dropped in, I was headed for the outskirts of town with a girlfriend at the time and I was sitting at a gas station and a mid to late 70s Craparo pulls into the gas station. Of course we noticed each others cars and we happened to leave at the same time. Well we hit the light and are lined up. He revs it and I get smacked on the leg-------- "NO!!!" she says. As any typical jackass kid I just laughed at her. He revs again so I rev too. Now she is sayin "you better not", I just chuckle and place a foot on each pedel. Now as the car is sittin at just under 3 grand and poised to strike she is screaming at me. Light goes GREEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I am side ways!!! Damn too much throttle! I come out of it and this tank of a camaro is just barely ahead of me because the damn thing wasnt capable of spinning the tires I bet! well with in 100 yards of the light there was an over pass that raised up over the train tracks. As we crest the overpass, and Im pullin on him hard, and her screams went from Bitchin' at me to "go-go-go" As I passed this clown she is yelling "you beat him you beat him!" That crap was funny.
Good times!!!!
