Heres how the last race in my Charger went down, it was the summer of 99, one Thursday night, I had just got off work and was driving through downtown about 11:00pm on my way home when I heard a loud rumble coming up from behind, it was Donnie, a co-worker who lived right near me. So I mentioned the rumble, he had a 1978 Monte Carlo, you know, the short body cars, and a mild .030 over 350 and loud mufflers. I was driving my Charger, the 72 featured on my website,
http://www.cardomain.com/memberpage/344551 The first picture you see is the way I drove it everyday and the way I raced it that night. One picture you wont see is of the tired 318 that dutifully powered the beast before it retired. So we revved at each other and ebbed and flowed with the change of the reds to greens as we went block to block through downtown towards Main street, where we turned left heading towards our little neighborhood nestled in the northwest corner of town, but there is a light industrial area separating big city and little burb.
With a nice straight flat four lane one way going right down the middle, so as Donnie and I approach the last red I notice he isnt slowing down as quick as me, and the light changes and he stomps it, so we were already rolling at say 20 mph and he squirts out ahead and starts to pull away, those MCs were lighter, and his engine was bigger, but I had to give it all I had, so I let off the gas, grab the slapstick, push the button, slam it all the way back, and floor it, now most of you know what happens next from experience, with the leaf springs in the back and torsion bars in the front, you basically feel the whole car raise up at attention, like a hound dog whose ears goes up as if to say, oh, were going now?. With a little squaw (squealing and smoking is neat, but traction is better for racing) from the rear tires (I have 275-50-15 tires on the back) The beast takes off on its mission to gobble up this chevy dinner! He goes under the highway overpass and I know hes not gaining speed like he was, and as I reach the overpass I bump the shifter to second and feel the tranny shift and I see that Im catching him and I pull about even at the top of second, hes maintaining speed but I can hear his bowtie spinning as hard as it can, I hold off shifting the last time just so he can see me smiling at him, and I slap the stick one last time to wind out the 318 and smoke this mousey-carlo I would say this distance is about a quartermile from the first red light and right close to the end is a train overpass and the last redlight is about 500 ft beyond it. I beat him by like five car lengths and let off at the train overpass and coasted to the redlight. As Donnie pulls up beside I yell at him, You almost had me!! He tells me, Man, my oil light came on back there, do you have any? Oh man, the cover story has already started. I ask him if its still on and he says no, I tell him to limp it home, and check it in the morning. Im not one to rub it in, I knew what he was doing, but needless to say, he didnt seem to go that way home
03-12-2004, 01:59 AM
just remembering . . .
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