im not promoting street racing at all by all means but those have the best stories behind them . I was looking through a old issue of a mopar muscle ( the one with the b a hemi cuda doin a burn out with cops sitting behind him) and the first kill thread on here and got me thinkin so lets hear em .
kill stories
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OK, so I am driving around San Fransisco in my 68 Charger when this jerk in a 390 Mustang starts chasing me. I try losing him on the hills but he runs me off the road and into a gas station. Totally trashing the old Charger.
Roscoe
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Was a movie made of that with McQueen or someone? my memo=ry fades at times
mshred
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lets get real guys...i think this could be quite entertaining...whether or not you are a "street racer" per se, im sure all of us have participated in a few stoplight battles to ward off the pesky mustang or chevy owner...lets hear them!
for me, since the scamp isnt done, i have to rely on my 99 malibu v6...i footbrake it to just around 2k and most civics, rsx's, golfs, etc. dont stand a chance
for me, since the scamp isnt done, i have to rely on my 99 malibu v6...i footbrake it to just around 2k and most civics, rsx's, golfs, etc. dont stand a chance
jacksdodges
jacksdodges
OK I wasnt in my 66 Dart I was in my Shelby Dakota and this guy had a new toy tundra. It was just for fun. Of course he though I was running a 318 w/headers. I love stroker motors when street racing. I am running a stroked 340. He jumped me about a car off the line but i beat him bad on the other end.He still thinks he got beat by a 318 Dodge. ha
stevedemon340
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I was sitting at the local Auto Zone in my '71 340 Demon I had. It was .030 over, "X" heads that were ported and had a solid flat tappet with .587/255 @ .050 and a air gap intake with a 750 Holley. 4000 stall and 4:56 sure grip.....A local chebby clown showed up in his '70 nova. He is running a 406 w/ aluminum brodix heads,roller cam,Victor jr intake 750 Holley,loose converter and 4:88..Plus he had a 200 horse shot. We agree to meet on a local 4 lane. ( it already has the 1/8th marked off) HIS buddy gets out and flags. We take off about the same. Hit 2nd, pull him a car, hit high,pull him another car. Cross the finish line and there were 2 cars between us. He went straight home!!!
The next morning he is at my door asking to see my nitrous set up!!!!! I like to come unglued...I've NEVER even had a nitrous set up EVER...I told him he could take my car apart...Then the more I thought about it the madder I got.
I grabbed him by his arm and PUT him in his blowtie truck. I told him to take his sore loser *** back home and buy a Mopar!!!
That was the LAST time I ever street raced till I raced a buddy's B5 blue '09 Hemi Challenger R/T auto with my 'ol ladys '09 6 speed Chally...I won that 1 too.
The next morning he is at my door asking to see my nitrous set up!!!!! I like to come unglued...I've NEVER even had a nitrous set up EVER...I told him he could take my car apart...Then the more I thought about it the madder I got.
I grabbed him by his arm and PUT him in his blowtie truck. I told him to take his sore loser *** back home and buy a Mopar!!!
That was the LAST time I ever street raced till I raced a buddy's B5 blue '09 Hemi Challenger R/T auto with my 'ol ladys '09 6 speed Chally...I won that 1 too.
69B-Cuda
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OK, my barracuda is not a speed demon by any means..... my best racing story was in my 57 Chev shorty wagon (still in gray primer at the time).... the guy in the 69 cougar (all done up nicely) was not to happy when I passed him... .he was really pissed when my flatbed trailer passed him too! And then to boot, he must not have believed it the first time cuz he tried a 2nd time and I did it again..... If there was a CL back then, I would not have been surprised to see his car on it that evening! (LOL)
megajoltman
Time to NUT UP or SHUT UP
1998 CTD Ram 4x4 3 lanes merges into one smoked the *** off an old man in his 4 door K car. I completely owned him, he was all honking, waving and swearing away as I blew by his open window.
scampy72
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havent done any in my scamp yet but i beat almost every tuner in my high school with my stock 89 firebird formula, the best one was i was at a light, 4 lane road, and a kid who i actually hated for all of high school (he was one of those pompus my mommy buys me anything i want for my car types) pulls next to me in his tuned civic, turbo and all that, no nos, starts revvin well i couldnt resist first i rev my engine and completely drown out both his engine and his crappy rap music then right before the light turned i power broke a bit and then took off on green leavin him about a length and a half behind with a cloud of tire smoke all around. it was about three in the mornin so no one else was on the road. good times, when i saw his car at school the next day it still smelled like my tire smoke and there was some of mie tires stuck to his quarter panels
mshred
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gotta love it man! nice!
rp23g7
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In 95 blew a new Mustang Cobra away on a freeway banzai run in my Satellite. Probably was going 140+ stayed on it too long and spun No.1 rod bearing.
In Auburn Wa, there is a long stretch of road along a railroad track, not my car but a buddies 62 dual quad 409 Chevy. A new ZL1 Corvette wanted to race, took about a mile, but he beat it. I was holding on for dear life.
Sadly, in my Satellite, i was sitting at a light minding my own business and a 87 GNX pulls up next to me wanting to race. Sure why not, no traffic.
Light turns green, and he is gone. Chirp go his tires, I spin mine, that wasnt even a race. How embarassing.
At the Strictly Street drags at SIR, i went up against another 67 383 Satellite, awsome race till the end. We were dead even with each other, untill maybe the 1300 foot mark, and i missed a shift and put it in nuetral, poor motor.
In Auburn Wa, there is a long stretch of road along a railroad track, not my car but a buddies 62 dual quad 409 Chevy. A new ZL1 Corvette wanted to race, took about a mile, but he beat it. I was holding on for dear life.
Sadly, in my Satellite, i was sitting at a light minding my own business and a 87 GNX pulls up next to me wanting to race. Sure why not, no traffic.
Light turns green, and he is gone. Chirp go his tires, I spin mine, that wasnt even a race. How embarassing.
At the Strictly Street drags at SIR, i went up against another 67 383 Satellite, awsome race till the end. We were dead even with each other, untill maybe the 1300 foot mark, and i missed a shift and put it in nuetral, poor motor.
stevedemon340
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I loved it.....Also took the fun out when he called me a cheater.
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.
* 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.
4mulaSvaliant
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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!!!!
4mulaSvaliant
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Not a racing story per se' but very very amusing and may be a lesson to the young guys about being an idiot!
(Also from my build thread)
So anyhow, after I shamed the valiant for a while, and drove the crap out of it, neutral drops at lights, running the poor drive train up to 100 mph while on the ice just because it would, and turning it into a redneck from hell racecar ( 102" whip CB antenna included), I decided after an incedent of needing more power desperately, that it was time to swap in a V8.
Now I have to tell the story of "DESPERATELY NEEDING MORE POWER".
Ok I have told this story in anothre thread but it is a factor in the build of this car so Ill retell here. Actually I think Ill copy and paste it.
My father was getting married and so we had company for the weekend, well one of them was a kid my age, it was summer and a friend and I asked this other guy if he wanted to come hang out with us at the river. So we are all driving in the valiant down the river road, and my friend Lloyd is in the back and he picks up this bag of donuts that we had gotten the night before. These donuts looked like miniature tractor tires (you know the ones). Well being the DUMBA$$ I am, "I say gimme one of those" not so bad if it hadnt been followed by " WATCH THIS".
Well as we move down the road I get the inclination to throw it at an oncoming car (now in my miniscule lil' brain I have worked out that the car will keep on going the other way) THAWACK! POOF! all over the windshield of a fullsize chevy truck. Well, I naturally look in the rear view and to my dismay I see brake lights, then I notice the HUGE Harley decal across the back window, then I seen the side of the truck (he's turning around) then I see the grill of the truck! OHHHHHHHHH SH_____________T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I drop the 904 into the lowest gear it will catch and pin it to the floor on this winding river road. As you can imagine this isnt getting me moving very quickly, especially with 3 burnt valves. Well they catch up with us and start yelling to pull over (yeah thats gonna happen willingly). Well the first thing I noticed about these TWO guys is that they are covered in tats and look like they just got of work from there daily jobs as IRON WORKERS or something.
At this point they cut me off and I am ran towards the shoulder that has a built up dirt wall (damn nowhere to go). They are getting out of the truck meanwhile we sit praying that the good ol' slant six will fire back up. It had died when I was forced to bring the RPM's down (damn burnt valves). Well it didnt start by the time they got to the sides of the car.
So as the guy attempts to punch me while Im in the car, though I backed up enough to avoid his hits. He reaches in and grabs my WILLIE NELSON length hair and drags me toward the window and proceeds to punch the top of my head, realizing this doesnt affect my head as much as it hurts his hand he stops to grab the CRAGER SS in the back seat next to Lloyd. Meanwhile the visiting guy along for the ride takes a sucker punch through the window to the cheak.
So the guy on my side pulls the wheel from me, believe me I fought for that rim (Hey those are rare!!!!- sm bolt pat.) Then he proceeds to beat my poor little car with it. 1st the roof, then the fender, then the quarter glass, then throws it at me through the window. Well amazingly the quarter glass did not break. Though to this day the window still has a big scuff/scratch in a cresent shape.
But the door glass was hit right at the top as it was rolled down, it shattered!
I would like to say that I tried to be some big bad a$$ but I was scared sh_t less by 2 pissed off 40 year old guys, that probley just got of work and didnt feel like dealing with a bunch of dumbass kids!
To end this story I'll say this.
#1. I realize how incredibly STUPID this was, and did soon after I did it!
2. donuts are NOT projectiles!
3. Long hair makes a good handle!
4. slant 6's with 3 burnt valves CAN NOT out run a chevy 350!
5. If you dont know me too well dont "hang out" with me!
6. I find this funny now and did soon after I did it BUT, BUT, BUT, any of you younger guys that think this stuff is amusing to try, REALIZE what happened to me, and also REALIZE that people are much more volitile than they used to be! And that was only about 10 years ago! I just dont want to see anyone getting any dumb Ideas from this.
DISCLAIMER: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!
Hope you all find this as amusing as I do!
PS I still have a dent in the roof from the wheel and recently replaced the window again (1st replacement was misaligned and broke).
(Also from my build thread)
So anyhow, after I shamed the valiant for a while, and drove the crap out of it, neutral drops at lights, running the poor drive train up to 100 mph while on the ice just because it would, and turning it into a redneck from hell racecar ( 102" whip CB antenna included), I decided after an incedent of needing more power desperately, that it was time to swap in a V8.
Now I have to tell the story of "DESPERATELY NEEDING MORE POWER".
Ok I have told this story in anothre thread but it is a factor in the build of this car so Ill retell here. Actually I think Ill copy and paste it.
My father was getting married and so we had company for the weekend, well one of them was a kid my age, it was summer and a friend and I asked this other guy if he wanted to come hang out with us at the river. So we are all driving in the valiant down the river road, and my friend Lloyd is in the back and he picks up this bag of donuts that we had gotten the night before. These donuts looked like miniature tractor tires (you know the ones). Well being the DUMBA$$ I am, "I say gimme one of those" not so bad if it hadnt been followed by " WATCH THIS".
Well as we move down the road I get the inclination to throw it at an oncoming car (now in my miniscule lil' brain I have worked out that the car will keep on going the other way) THAWACK! POOF! all over the windshield of a fullsize chevy truck. Well, I naturally look in the rear view and to my dismay I see brake lights, then I notice the HUGE Harley decal across the back window, then I seen the side of the truck (he's turning around) then I see the grill of the truck! OHHHHHHHHH SH_____________T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So I drop the 904 into the lowest gear it will catch and pin it to the floor on this winding river road. As you can imagine this isnt getting me moving very quickly, especially with 3 burnt valves. Well they catch up with us and start yelling to pull over (yeah thats gonna happen willingly). Well the first thing I noticed about these TWO guys is that they are covered in tats and look like they just got of work from there daily jobs as IRON WORKERS or something.
At this point they cut me off and I am ran towards the shoulder that has a built up dirt wall (damn nowhere to go). They are getting out of the truck meanwhile we sit praying that the good ol' slant six will fire back up. It had died when I was forced to bring the RPM's down (damn burnt valves). Well it didnt start by the time they got to the sides of the car.
So as the guy attempts to punch me while Im in the car, though I backed up enough to avoid his hits. He reaches in and grabs my WILLIE NELSON length hair and drags me toward the window and proceeds to punch the top of my head, realizing this doesnt affect my head as much as it hurts his hand he stops to grab the CRAGER SS in the back seat next to Lloyd. Meanwhile the visiting guy along for the ride takes a sucker punch through the window to the cheak.
So the guy on my side pulls the wheel from me, believe me I fought for that rim (Hey those are rare!!!!- sm bolt pat.) Then he proceeds to beat my poor little car with it. 1st the roof, then the fender, then the quarter glass, then throws it at me through the window. Well amazingly the quarter glass did not break. Though to this day the window still has a big scuff/scratch in a cresent shape.
But the door glass was hit right at the top as it was rolled down, it shattered!
I would like to say that I tried to be some big bad a$$ but I was scared sh_t less by 2 pissed off 40 year old guys, that probley just got of work and didnt feel like dealing with a bunch of dumbass kids!
To end this story I'll say this.
#1. I realize how incredibly STUPID this was, and did soon after I did it!
2. donuts are NOT projectiles!
3. Long hair makes a good handle!
4. slant 6's with 3 burnt valves CAN NOT out run a chevy 350!
5. If you dont know me too well dont "hang out" with me!
6. I find this funny now and did soon after I did it BUT, BUT, BUT, any of you younger guys that think this stuff is amusing to try, REALIZE what happened to me, and also REALIZE that people are much more volitile than they used to be! And that was only about 10 years ago! I just dont want to see anyone getting any dumb Ideas from this.
DISCLAIMER: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!
Hope you all find this as amusing as I do!
PS I still have a dent in the roof from the wheel and recently replaced the window again (1st replacement was misaligned and broke).
toplscuda
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My first one was in my 73 'cuda the first night I took it out. I was sitting at a liht with a couple of friends in the car when a LS6 Chevelle pull up next to me and asked to race. I went for it and told him we would do it up on the highway.
We took off and started off pretty good until he blew by me. We got off at the next exit and pulled over to B.S. He asked me what i had in it and when I told him a warmed over 318 he just got this guilty look on his face and said, "I thought it would have had a hemi in it, that's why I hit the nitros right after i left the line." It may not have been a win but it was funny as hell to me at the time. That little 318 surprised a lot of people and it got to the point where i would carry a flashlight and tell them if they didn't believe it was a 318 to crawl under and look at the block.
We took off and started off pretty good until he blew by me. We got off at the next exit and pulled over to B.S. He asked me what i had in it and when I told him a warmed over 318 he just got this guilty look on his face and said, "I thought it would have had a hemi in it, that's why I hit the nitros right after i left the line." It may not have been a win but it was funny as hell to me at the time. That little 318 surprised a lot of people and it got to the point where i would carry a flashlight and tell them if they didn't believe it was a 318 to crawl under and look at the block.
skep419
No show, all go!
It was a cool fall afternoon last year. I was inside the local gas station paying my bill when one of my old customers (used to be a salesman for napa) tapped me on the sholder. Check out my new ride he sais. It was a brand new chrysler 300C. He started talking all this trash about how it wasn't the 5.7 it was the 6.1 and my dart couldn't touch it. I told him the spot where we could run em and he met me out there.
I beat him by 4 car lengths. He pulled up to me and asked how much hp I had. I gave him a number. Later on that day I came up with so many better come backs. oh well the look on his face was priceless!
The next day he came in to the shop and was telling everyone that his throttle isn't right and it doesn't activate right away (electric throttle?)
excuses excuses hahaha
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgSw24LK9vs
I beat him by 4 car lengths. He pulled up to me and asked how much hp I had. I gave him a number. Later on that day I came up with so many better come backs. oh well the look on his face was priceless!
The next day he came in to the shop and was telling everyone that his throttle isn't right and it doesn't activate right away (electric throttle?)
excuses excuses hahaha
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgSw24LK9vs
Perfek360
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I got some from when I had my old civic. My set up was big T3 super 60 turbo, 450 injectors, blah blah, running 9.5 psi on a lil sohc motor (stock internals). Putting down about 220 whp in 2400lbs car. Best time in the quarter was a 13.39 on drag radials. I would always be sitting at a red light and hear someone rev on me, never fails to see a fox body rustang or a 90s camaro sitting there reving hard, staring me down. Nothing made them more mad when I would ask them "what ya got in there? a v6?" So needless to say, when the light turned green I would usually pull away on them and they would always ask me to pull over so they could check out what I had under the hood. It was priceless seeing there jaws hit the ground when they saw they got beat by a little sohc motor. Don't get me wrong, I was brought up to always keep it on the track. But being 20, 21 at the time I would give in to temptation here and there at the chance to show someone up :-D.
Right now I'm currently trying to get rid of my jeep and get an A-body for my first muscle build. Been out of building cars for about 2-3 years, and never tackled a muscle car before. Looks like a ton of fun and besides I was brought up watching my dad race at events at Woodburn, Portland International Raceway, and up at Pacific Raceways in Kent, WA in his 69 Camaro SS.
Right now I'm currently trying to get rid of my jeep and get an A-body for my first muscle build. Been out of building cars for about 2-3 years, and never tackled a muscle car before. Looks like a ton of fun and besides I was brought up watching my dad race at events at Woodburn, Portland International Raceway, and up at Pacific Raceways in Kent, WA in his 69 Camaro SS.
95teetee
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(my 340 Duster)
I was sitting at a light... a friend with an Olds (gran prix I think) with a 455 rocket pulls up at the exact moment the light changed ( I wasn't watching the mirror so he caught me off guard). All of a sudden there's a car beside me as the light changes. I stomp on it (which I never did- I always gave just enough gas to win lol) and the car picks up and is gone- the Olds is way back in a hurry.
A guy I work with comes up the next day- he was sitting at the intersection coming the other way. He's like :tongue9: He says 'your whole car lifted up and just launched. I've never seen anything like it!'
Apparently the traction bars made a hard launch look pretty cool:-D
Another time I was sitting at a light watching a guy with an old (late '60s) Chevy truck (only thing I know about it is that it had a chrome cowl) pulling up, timing the light to hit it at speed while I'm sitting there stopped. So I started to work on the stall converter, and was ready. He hits the intersection as the light changes, and starts to pass me. I say 'starts to pass me' because by the time his back tire is even with my front bumper, I'm passing him. Before we hit the other side of the intersection, I'm in front. I think he was a little surprised to say the least.
my favorite with my Stealth was when a guy with an old big block Firebird pulled up beside me at a light- when it changed, we both pulled away slowly, waiting for the other guy to make a move. After about 50 feet, I hear him punch it (and his tires blazing). I walk on it, through second gear (so about 75 mph:angel7
then coast. About 10 seconds later he does a 'ricer flyby' lol.
Races in my (stock) 318 Scamp shall not be mentioned here
I was sitting at a light... a friend with an Olds (gran prix I think) with a 455 rocket pulls up at the exact moment the light changed ( I wasn't watching the mirror so he caught me off guard). All of a sudden there's a car beside me as the light changes. I stomp on it (which I never did- I always gave just enough gas to win lol) and the car picks up and is gone- the Olds is way back in a hurry.
A guy I work with comes up the next day- he was sitting at the intersection coming the other way. He's like :tongue9: He says 'your whole car lifted up and just launched. I've never seen anything like it!'
Apparently the traction bars made a hard launch look pretty cool:-D
Another time I was sitting at a light watching a guy with an old (late '60s) Chevy truck (only thing I know about it is that it had a chrome cowl) pulling up, timing the light to hit it at speed while I'm sitting there stopped. So I started to work on the stall converter, and was ready. He hits the intersection as the light changes, and starts to pass me. I say 'starts to pass me' because by the time his back tire is even with my front bumper, I'm passing him. Before we hit the other side of the intersection, I'm in front. I think he was a little surprised to say the least.
my favorite with my Stealth was when a guy with an old big block Firebird pulled up beside me at a light- when it changed, we both pulled away slowly, waiting for the other guy to make a move. After about 50 feet, I hear him punch it (and his tires blazing). I walk on it, through second gear (so about 75 mph:angel7
then coast. About 10 seconds later he does a 'ricer flyby' lol.Races in my (stock) 318 Scamp shall not be mentioned here
1wild&crazyguy
Banned
I used to leave sb chevy's and fords sitting at the light while I was already across the intersection with my built slant, highstall,3.55 gears.
This guy in a camero with a tunnel ram'er sumthin sticking out of the hood pulled next me one time and I was 'ok I probably won't win, but this should be interesting'...the light turned green, my tire mae a lil screech and I was on the other side of the intersection with 5 car lengths, BUT...then I hit 2nd gear and the lack of gearing for the mill was showing it's face as the guy in the camero caught up and pulled past me right at about 55mph or so.
I used to leave motor cycles behind with my 340, 1 guy on the freeway kept coming up and around from behind to buzz by my drvrs window so I got next to him and pointed forewaord like 'lets do this azzwhole'
I left that prk faster than his girlfriend after seeing his weenier for the 1st time.
Now evrything else I just dust off with my 410.
side note...
I hate it when sore losers can't come clean and be honest about whats in their ride.
This guy in a camero with a tunnel ram'er sumthin sticking out of the hood pulled next me one time and I was 'ok I probably won't win, but this should be interesting'...the light turned green, my tire mae a lil screech and I was on the other side of the intersection with 5 car lengths, BUT...then I hit 2nd gear and the lack of gearing for the mill was showing it's face as the guy in the camero caught up and pulled past me right at about 55mph or so.
I used to leave motor cycles behind with my 340, 1 guy on the freeway kept coming up and around from behind to buzz by my drvrs window so I got next to him and pointed forewaord like 'lets do this azzwhole'
I left that prk faster than his girlfriend after seeing his weenier for the 1st time.
Now evrything else I just dust off with my 410.
side note...
I hate it when sore losers can't come clean and be honest about whats in their ride.
Rengo
Well-Known Member
My dad had a canary yellow 72 charger, natural 400 motor, he was in the marines and would let his friend race for pinks on the weekends, the would take whe cars they beat, sell them and upgrade what they could, ended up porting the heads, slapped a blower on this thing.. had it so hopped up it kept snapping motor mounts.. anyways they decided to drive it back from cali, to sikeston missouri. He lets my uncle borrow the car, he had drugs in the trunk.. retruned the car to my dad.. dad gets gas, forgets his wallet so leaves gas station with a full tank.. they call the cops, he returns with wallet but cops are there and waiting.. he decides to take off, but doesnt know whats in the trunk.. long story short, he wrecks 2 cop cars, does 50,000 in damage to state only gets caught cuz he ran out of gas... he was locked up in Ft. levenworth ks, chained to a 2000 lb. log and the police took the car. no one in my family is allowed back in sikeston missouri.
In the late 70's, two buddies and I were south on I-95, just below D.C. in my 70 Challenger R/T 383 4 spd. Factory gears were 3.91, I had a 2.93 in it for the road trip. I had just rebuilt the 383 and the tailpipes would get nice and gray on the road. A guy in a Mazda RX7 pulled up and commented on the gray pipes. He said it sounded good and mentioned that he had nothing on his radar detector. Good enough for this (then) 20 year old. I down shifted to 3rd, floored it, and we never saw him again! I didn't have the speedo gear for the 2.93, so I don't know how fast we were going, but I took 3rd up to about 5500 rpm, eased into 4th and backed down.
Just got to set the record straight...Grand Prix was made by Pontiac. 455 Rocket was an Oldsmobile motor.
Sorry, was into Oldsmobiles before I came back to my senses and returned to Mother Mopar.
hamesdart
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Theres a supercharged chevy silverado in town,shortbed single cab... very fast for a little street truck, and I have caught him twice, once at the gas station light to light and I blew him away in my dart, second time was on the freeway he remembered me few weeks later and he started messing with me thinking he mite have a better chance on the freeway and we raced into town off the freeway, my car pulled at 120+ like a freight train and I havnt seen the truck since... I think he sold it haha.
autopar3000
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About 10 years ago when the ricer craze was just warming up it seems they all wanted to get a piece of the Swinger. Back in the early ricer days most of them weren't very fast at all (not that they're all rocket ships these days). I smoked so many Civics and Integras it eventually got boring, so it got to the point where I stopped entertaining them.
Well one evening late in the season I was in a bit of a mood, and some guy in a Civic pulls up to a red light with me. Typical scenario... he starts revving up his engine hopping his car forward a bit. I could hear he was turbo charged, but I put many of those on the shelf before so I wasn't worried. The light turns green and we both launch pretty evenly. It wasn't so even after that... it quickly became apparent that I was outmatched. By the time I got to the top of second gear he was killing me. He had me by at least 10 cars, probably more.
Feeling mighty embarrassed and knowing I'm toasted I ease off the throttle. He keeps giving it for a few seconds, and right when he was near the top of third gear there's a massive BOOM and white smokes starts pouring out from under his hood. By the time I catch up with him I had slowed down to about 45 mph as he's rolling to a stop at the side of the road. I give him a super sarcastic thumbs up as I'm going by him, while he's in full rage mode, shaking his fist and giving me the finger.
I only wish every race I lost ended up like that!
Well one evening late in the season I was in a bit of a mood, and some guy in a Civic pulls up to a red light with me. Typical scenario... he starts revving up his engine hopping his car forward a bit. I could hear he was turbo charged, but I put many of those on the shelf before so I wasn't worried. The light turns green and we both launch pretty evenly. It wasn't so even after that... it quickly became apparent that I was outmatched. By the time I got to the top of second gear he was killing me. He had me by at least 10 cars, probably more.
Feeling mighty embarrassed and knowing I'm toasted I ease off the throttle. He keeps giving it for a few seconds, and right when he was near the top of third gear there's a massive BOOM and white smokes starts pouring out from under his hood. By the time I catch up with him I had slowed down to about 45 mph as he's rolling to a stop at the side of the road. I give him a super sarcastic thumbs up as I'm going by him, while he's in full rage mode, shaking his fist and giving me the finger.
I only wish every race I lost ended up like that!
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