kill stories

This is a story of a mopar guy (me)with all my chevy freinds and how growing up in chevy land was full of bullshit and fish storys.
I bought a 360 crate motor at a dodge dealer because someone ordered it and never picked it up and the price was right.
It was a original comando crate 360ci engine\300 horse.
This was going in my 67 coronet with 2.94 gears.
I gust got the motor going and by the end of week ,all the chevy guys are talking **** and how there is no way a 360 can beat any of there 396 big blocks.
One freind stops by and says ,let's get this over with and wants to race me with his 1968 chevelle ,with of course a 396.

I didn't even have time to get the car strait with jetting or anything.
Being all chevy people in my circle ,they would just love to see me get beat.
So they all get in the cars and we go to a spot where they race.
He's all pumped up in his chevelle and i am just shaking my head because i couldn't beleive i was already racing my car with a brand new motor in it.
SO the race starts and he starts to spin, and me with 2.94 gears pulls away, waiting to shift my car at 6000 rpms took so long with no gear and by this time he started to catch me.
So i hit second gear and by this time he's door handle to door handle with me.He is driving a four speed and is looking like he's gonna beat me.
My dodge is starting to gain some rpm's in second and then something happened,time came to a stand still for the chevy camp.You sould have seen his face when i looked over as calm as i could be as my 360 started to pull away from his 396.PRICLESS ,JUST PRICLESS:toothy7: