Little story 'bout my truck

I posted my truck in the classifieds a few days ago and it got me thinking about "Big Red" and I wanted to pass along a funny little story.
Pertinant info: Big Red is a 93 Dodge Ram with the Cummins diesel.
One day, 5 or 6 years ago I'm heading home from work. It's a NICE day so the windows are down. Well, I'm sitting at a traffic lighe enjoying the nice day when I hear the distand "boom...booboobooooom" coming from the huge freaking subwoofers you hear every summer day. Well, some punk in an Explorer pulls up at the light, widows open, seat leaned waaaay back, hat turned sideways and all. He's on my right side, nearly behind me. I hear (and feel) this insessant booming and realize his drivers door is a little behind my right rear wheel, just about where my 3.5" exhaust exits.......
I brake torque it a little to get into boost just a bit. I see the smoke quickly POURING in his open window. Within seconds his windows all go up and the BOOM, BOOM becomes boom boom.
That was GREAT!!!

Any similar stories?

Many moons ago doing peak hour traffic control duties (full police uniform) back in Oz, I observed a gentleman wearing leather pants, leather vest and a leather cap crossing the road, I commenced uncontrolled laughing at his attire. the intersection was very busy and many of the cars began honking horns and pointing also laughing at the poor miscreant.

Several hours later the "person" returned, this time he crossed the road with his cap under his arm and his head down low as he slunk back along his return route. This caused another burst of uncontrolled mirth to be expelled.

Steve

I had a Lincoln Mark VII with side pipes. Same thing happened to me, SUV filled with woofers with his windows down beside me at a long light. My car wasn't running right so it was running in open loop mode, just dumping fuel. So I popped it in neutral and ran the engine slowly up to 3500 and held it there. Windows in the SUV went up.

One time when I was ridding my Yamaha RD 350, a biker-dude on a 1200 sportster with purple metal flake paint pulled up next to me at a stop light. I typical biker-dude style, he was looking down his nose at me and my UJM very disapprovingly. I turned to him and said "lets go dude" also making a hand signal to show what I was intending incase he was deaf from his straight pipes. His only acknowledgement was to look straight ahead, put it in gear and feather the clutch a bit.

When the light turned green, It briefly sounded like a thunder storm in my left ear, very briefly. I left that dude in the biggest cloud of tire and 2-stroke smoke he'd ever seen. A few blocks later I looked over my shoulder to see close he was, he was almost a block back, and when he saw me easing off to look back at him, he turned his head away with a terrible scowl as he thundered past and gave me the bird.

haha... had a cherry bomb straight pipe exhuast on my mr2... when it was cool out I could get it to shoot a flame just about any time I wanted... worked very well at getting people to stop following me so closely... quick blip of the gas in neutral and POP along with a big fire flash and bang :) man I miss that car...

My story is pretty similar to that of the OP. Several years ago I was going to lunch with a friend in his massively lifted F250 Powerstroke--the good one, the 7.3-liter. This thing had 40 inch tires and maybe a 12 inch lift on it and that put the exhaust pipe right at about window height for a normal car. We were driving through a construction zone and the guy in the BMW behind us was tailgating pretty bad, constantly trying to swerve around even though there wasn't another lane. Soon we get to a light and the road opens up to 2 lanes. Sure enough the BMW pulls alongside. As soon as the light turned green my buddy nailed the gas and put a huge cloud of diesel smoke right in his open window. We laughed for quite a while about that one.

Buddy had an old Dodge van, he cut the top of the engine cover off so he could dump trans fluid into the carb at will to create similar situations you guys are describing.

aussiesmg wrote: Many moons ago doing peak hour traffic control duties (full police uniform) back in Oz, I observed a gentleman wearing leather pants, leather vest and a leather cap crossing the road, I commenced uncontrolled laughing at his attire. the intersection was very busy and many of the cars began honking horns and pointing also laughing at the poor miscreant. Several hours later the "person" returned, this time he crossed the road with his cap under his arm and his head down low as he slunk back along his return route. This caused another burst of uncontrolled mirth to be expelled. Steve

I don't get this one...

Joey

The neighbours across the street at my old house used to throw loud parties. Calling the cops did no good. Some looser in an Exploder pulled up at 02:00 with the windows down and the radio blasting, he then proceeded to exit the vehicle leaving the engine running while he went inside. I got out of bed walked across the street,reached in the open window, shut the car off, removed his keys and threw them in the front yard. The car was still in the middle of the street after my sound nights sleep.

I really hate those lifted diesel pickups and their smoky exhaust. I hate them.

When I had my 92 D250 Cummins equipped truck with the 5-speed,and turned up pump I would do the same thing to ricers at stop lights. The best part of my truck was the exhaust exited in front of the rear tire,and was slightly angled up. The Beast would bellow black smoke when ever I wanted,and wouldn't if I didn't want,but it was fun. The original owner had the truck in Sterling Heights,MI,and when I test drove it he did the same thing to a Miata driver. I didn't think that was so cool as I really like Miata's.

For every one of you in a diesel truck fogging someone for the forces of good, there 192,364 guys out there doing it for evil. Invariably there is some 19 yo old kid sitting to close to the steering wheel with his hat perched on the back of his head (as though he's all tired out from a hard days work) with a "we lost 150 years ago and can't get over it" flag license plate on the front.
I'm so sick of them.

Joey

joey48442 wrote: ...with a "we lost 150 years ago and can't get over it" flag license plate on the front. I'm so sick of them. Joey

'at dar is sum mightee tuff talk fer a feller that spends so much time in Tennesee in wunna dem dar girlie Me-otterz.

Mental wrote:

joey48442 wrote: ...with a "we lost 150 years ago and can't get over it" flag license plate on the front. I'm so sick of them. Joey

'at dar is sum mightee tuff talk fer a feller that spends so much time in Tennesee in wunna dem dar girlie Me-otterz.

crazy, I know. But I seem to run across more racist wannabes up here than you ever do down in tennessee.

Joey

having moved from Kalamazoo, MI to Atlanta, GA, I will say definitively that the number of "stars and bars" in the North far outweighs that of the South.

I live in the south, and I can say that we will not be rising again any time soon.

I live in North Central Florida. I have to go quite a bit north to get "South".

DrBoost wrote: I posted my truck in the classifieds a few days ago and it got me thinking about "Big Red" and I wanted to pass along a funny little story. Pertinant info: Big Red is a 93 Dodge Ram with the Cummins diesel. One day, 5 or 6 years ago I'm heading home from work. It's a NICE day so the windows are down. Well, I'm sitting at a traffic lighe enjoying the nice day when I hear the distand "boom...booboobooooom" coming from the huge freaking subwoofers you hear every summer day. Well, some punk in an Explorer pulls up at the light, widows open, seat leaned waaaay back, hat turned sideways and all. He's on my right side, nearly behind me. I hear (and feel) this insessant booming and realize his drivers door is a little behind my right rear wheel, just about where my 3.5" exhaust exits....... I brake torque it a little to get into boost just a bit. I see the smoke quickly POURING in his open window. Within seconds his windows all go up and the BOOM, BOOM becomes boom boom. That was GREAT!!! Any similar stories?

I started my career working as a DJ at a small-town radio station in Mississippi, long before the days of jailhouse butt-berkeley "music". At those small stations, we also made most of the local buisnesses' commercials as well.

One night, some clown in an overloaded pickup truck tried to run me at the "stoplight Grand Prix", and since I was a 19yr old idiot, I accepted. I was in my 69 Triumph GT6. He smoked his tires, I got a great launch, and had come to a complete stop at the next stoplight before he could catch me. As he howled his accusation that I was homosexual at me through the open windows, I couldn't help but notice the sound of my own voice coming through the speakers on his stereo...he was tuned into my radio station, and one of the commercials I'd made was on the air.

I wish I had said something...my Nielsen ratings weren't bad back then, and I wonder if I could have stolen one of his girls that night if I'd swallowed some gearhead pride and said something out loud.

HappyAndy wrote: One time when I was ridding my Yamaha RD 350, a biker-dude on a 1200 sportster with purple metal flake paint pulled up next to me at a stop light. I typical biker-dude style, he was looking down his nose at me and my UJM very disapprovingly. I turned to him and said "lets go dude" also making a hand signal to show what I was intending incase he was deaf from his straight pipes. His only acknowledgement was to look straight ahead, put it in gear and feather the clutch a bit. When the light turned green, It briefly sounded like a thunder storm in my left ear, very briefly. I left that dude in the biggest cloud of tire and 2-stroke smoke he'd ever seen. A few blocks later I looked over my shoulder to see close he was, he was almost a block back, and when he saw me easing off to look back at him, he turned his head away with a terrible scowl as he thundered past and gave me the bird.

ROFL! I guess poesurs are poesurs, whether on four wheels or two.

I'm still using the phrase I stole from my Import Drag buddies:

"..you were the fast and the furious, now you're the last and the curious!.."

MrJoshua wrote: I live in North Central Florida. I have to go quite a bit north to get "South".

Heh, heh..I've been to Sebring in the off-season. I know what you mean.

If you really want to get Southern, just hit the Panhandle. My mom moved to Ft. Walton Beach when she retired...it's so "Southern" that people still LUV JEEZUZ.

I can't stay away, though. That emerald green water suckers me in, especially since it's as warm as a bathtub (I'm from the NC Outer Banks, we'd spend 30min out for every 10min in until August). I'm still tempted to buy an old Sunfish, restore it and park it at her condo...just in case my daughter wants to learn to sail one day, of course..

I was in my old Dodge headed north on a bumper to bumper 3 lane at 70 mph. The pinhead from New Jersey in the middle lane does a panic turn left into my lane. He dabbled the line, not a real jump, but my reaction was supposed to lifting off the gas and then he dives into the now open spot.

Seen it.

I hammered it, put my exhaust up near his driver's window and cut off the engine (no locking ignition in 1952) Pump the carb a few times, turn it back on -- BANG!!!

Fireball in the window. Go back to NJ.

Bless me Lord for I have sinned.....

914Driver wrote: I was in my old Dodge headed north on a bumper to bumper 3 lane at 70 mph. The pinhead from New Jersey in the middle lane does a panic turn left into my lane. He dabbled the line, not a real jump, but my reaction was supposed to lifting off the gas and then he dives into the now open spot. Seen it. I hammered it, put my exhaust up near his driver's window and cut off the engine (no locking ignition in 1952) Pump the carb a few times, turn it back on -- BANG!!! Fireball in the window. Go back to NJ. Bless me Lord for I have sinned.....

LOL...would have love to have seen that! I had a friend who could make his '62 Rambler backfire by turning the key off and then back on while moving. He would drive through shopping center parking lots and scare the crap out of people.

kinda the reverse of the OP, but theres a D-bag kid (probably all of 19) with a Cummins Dodge, not lifted, but on 30+" tires so hes cut the fenders to get em under there. His rear window displays in HUGE letters "CUMMIN 24-7", and on the windshield in huge red "REDNECK". Theres the obligatory blue dangly bits haning from the hitch, a stars and bars (in Ohio) license plate border, and Im sure other 'tarded cliched BS going on inside.

Well theres a main St Rt in our town thats pretty much how anyone gets anywhere, and on one end theres a 4 way stop where theres always at least one or 2 other cars when you pull up. He cant take off gingerly in that thing like everyone else, so everytime he pulls away, it belches the black smoke. And not a little like most of the turbo diesel owners around me make, but a noxious cloud of black death. It always gets in your windows, and God help anyone filling up at the gas station at that intersection, may the lord have mercy on your soul. Everyone I speak to from my neighbors, to cashiers at the various stores around town, to random strangers who are there when he does it are really sick of this kids ridiculous abomination.

So, one day Im at the 4way, and see him directly across from me and hes power-brake fogging a guy on a CBR stuck helplessly behind him (cuz heaven forbid this guy see you on anything but 'merikin metal), and he thinks its all hilarious. What he doesnt realize, is that off on the shoulder is a cop whos innocently in the line of fire. I think the cop woulda got him anyway, but to make it even better, the kid doesnt come to a complete stop as he goes thru the intersection out of turn, casuing some ruckus from the opposing motorists horn to ensue.

ya, that little turd got the red and blue flashers. Sometimes the justice system gets it right.

When running the Flowmaster, the Abomination can be made to backfire REALLY loud. Too bad I don't drive it on the street.

My dad's '32 Ford roadster replica has those tailpipe spark plug flamethrowers, he and I were in Irmo SC a year or so ago, sitting at a light. It was just getting good and dark and several RUBs (Rich Urban Bikers) rolled up behind us. Dad just grinned and hit the button, I thought they were going to crap their pants!

I used to do that backfire thing in my mama's station wagon when I was a kid, until one time I did it, and it split the seams in the muffler.

Oops.

I normally don't smoke people out. I don't have my truck tuned to smoke like crazy, but it is a 12v Cummins, so it you lug it etc it will produce some decent smoke at times.
I was on a rural country road with a 55mph speed limit and all the sudden people are slowing to 30 and swerving around something up ahead. I'm in my 95 one ton dually and towing a 20 ft gooseneck trailer loaded with my old trail rig Jeep Cherokee. I finally see what has been causing all the commotion, a scooter, and luckily just came up to a passing section in the road. I pull beside the scooter and look over......it is purple metalflake with flames (no E36 M3) and says on the side in big silver metalflake "IT'S ALL ABOUT THE MPG". Okay, so she got the smoke......not a lot, but enough to let her know she needs to get a bigger ballin' scooter, so she can at least do the speed limit. Keep in mind I have no issue with two wheelers....I've been riding dirt and street motorcycles for over 20 years, but this was BS.