rupe
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All I heard was "faaaabulous"Chubtone":34f3e2cw said:rupe":34f3e2cw said:That's the lamest thing I've ever heard you say. It's like you typed "A smallblock or bigblock V8 with a Holley 750 dbl pumper, highrise Edelbrock manifold, or a B&M blower. Heck, any engine by GM, MOPAR, or Ford. Air shocks and ladder bars. Wheelie wheels and shaker scoops" into a Cool to Gay translator.
Incorrect my friend. I don't like putting all my time and energy and money into something where the end goal is something that lasts 10 or 11 seconds. Reminds me too much of high school dating.
I grew up in the midwest. I was a muscle car guy through and through. I came out to visit my cousin in So Cal when I was 17 years old. I had a pretty bad ass '68 Mustang with a 302 and it was one of the coolest and fastest cars at my high school. I brought pics to show my cousins because they were cars guys too. So we get out to LA and we are hanging out and I notice some primered, boxy little thing in his driveway. I couldn't wait to show them the pics of my car. So I did and we are talking cars and he and his friend are kind of goofing on me and my car and I am stumped. Finally I blurt out, "it's way cooler than that primered piece of shit in your driveway." They looked at each other and kind of laughed and said, "Let's go for a ride." I piled into my cousins primered crap box and was surprised to see a full roll cage and race seats and harnesses. That thing was sitting so low to the ground it looked silly to me. My Mustang was way up there with a mean looking rake. We start following his friend whose car said Datsun 510 on the back trunk. What the hell is that I wondered? No one had those in Chicago in 1983. They would have all rusted into oblivion by then. We are headed for Mulholland Highway, a famous street going up the mountains in LA. There are sheer drop offs on one side and the mountain up tight against the other. We reach Mulholland and we are absolutely flying and I am scared shitless. We are screaming into corners way too fast to possibly stop in time and survive, yet we do time and time again. My cousins radically built Datsun 510 and his buddies Datsun are just bumper to bumper. My cousin keeps saying to me, "If we were in your Mustang we would be dead here." Or, "Think your Mustang could have done that?". The answer to that and every question I could have imagined that day was, No, my Mustang and none of my friends cars that I drag race against could do any of this.
That was one of the most thrilling car related days of my life and it changed me forever. I went back home and sold my Mustang almost immediately. I have had zero interest in muscle cars or just being able to go fast in a straight line since. That old Mulholland Highway street racing scene was world famous and the bottom of that canyon is littered with cars that didn't make it. There have been books written about it and movies made about it and in it's way, it was as cool as the Sunset Strip rock and roll scene that was happening just a few miles from there.
So yeah, translate all you want my brotha. I'll stick to road racing on race tracks in cars that are fast in a straight line, have amazing brakes, have handling that makes you question the laws of physics and do everything well. You stick to those 10-11 second thrills and give your wife my condolences.
I hear you. I remember the first time I went for a ride in a 911 Targa that was being pushed to its limits...it was definitely a different experience than I had ever had before in my Chevelle SS or GTO. I'm actually a car enthusiast in general, but I've never lost my passion for gas huffing, oil leaking, knocking and pinging Detroit muscle...there's still something barbarically sexy about the 1/4 mile to me
And if I can get off in 10 secs at 120mph, that just leaves more time to play guitar
