Some more
70's street machines
and Street Freaks
Most 70's fads
hideous fiberglass speaker monstrosities
roll call stickers
Some more
70's street machines
and Street Freaks
Most 70's fads
hideous fiberglass speaker monstrosities
roll call stickers
singleslammer wrote:novaderrik wrote: is it against the rules to post up my own cars?There ain't nothing wrong with a G body on mesh!
how about a G body that was jacked up specifically to pose it for a wheels up "launch" pic to use as my facebook background image?
yeah, the turbo makes the V6 impressive for a mid 80's V6, but it will never, ever be able to do this on it's own.. i even almost put a jack under one side of the rear bumper to make it look like it was twisting from all the torques under the hood..
Knurled wrote:curtis73 wrote: When your dial-in is 18.8, is there really a point in racing?Never underestimate the consistency of a low powered automatic genericar. The year that I was all serious about bracket racing, the year end final showdown was won by a guy in a 20-second Celebrity. He usually won every night's overall, too. Good reaction times and a car that does the same thing every time, that's all you need for bracket racing.
There was a story in Hot Rod some years back about bracket racing. Guy in the article made a pile of money flying around for bracket racing purses. His weapon of choice? Slushbox RENTAL Tauruses. He had the best light r/t on earth, and because the Tauruses were identical, he usually won on his dial in.
EvanR wrote:curtis73 wrote: When your dial-in is 18.8, is there really a point in racing?I once had a fun time mocking the folks at a "Run what ya brung dial-in drag nite(TM)" I brought my '77 Mercedes 240D 4-speed. I dialed in a 25.5 (factory-rated time in the 1/4 mile). The timing guy looked at me funny, but he wrote it on the windshield anyhow. The 14-second Camaro in the next lane got his green light when I was 3/4 of the way down the track. And he beat me anyhow!
Many many years ago I went motorcycle drag racing...
...on a borrowed Honda CL100. Since I weighed about 180, I might as well have been on a riding lawnmower. I think my dial in was in the 28 second range, it must have been sheer torture to the guys in the next lane seeing my light go green, then watching me dwindle...
slowly...
slowly...
so slowly...
into the distance.
Curmudgeon wrote: I think my dial in was in the 28 second range, it must have been sheer torture to the guys in the next lane seeing my light go green, then watching me dwindle... slowly... slowly... so slowly... into the distance.
This is great psychological tactics, too. Either they catch up at a great closing speed and lift too early to cross the line first, or they just want the race over with and break out :)
I used to win by choosing a launch technique/shift stategy that was eminently repeatable even though it was a second slower than I could normally eke out, being able to cut a good light, knowing how my car handled different weather conditions (sun going down = take 3 tenths off the dialin), and the goofiest part of all regarding bracket racing... driving with your head sideways, looking out the side window, keeping just ahead of the other guy!
Man, got some real dirty faces about that last one, too :)
Oh don't hate on the rape vans with murals. That's just wrong. Especially if they have Molly Hatchet Album covers painted on the side.
In reply to DirtyBird222:
In the late 70's my dad had a 63 econoline van. Root beer brown with some 8 inch wide cragars, a bitchen rake to the suspension and a v8 under the cover. Where we were living in Phoenix, AZ the only active car club was the van club so he joined up under the promise of family friendly camping and van runs. What ensued was, in my ten year old mind a carnival. In reality it was a lot of people on drugs from pot to heroine to cocaine, sex, public nudity, prostitution rings, lots of naked barbarian princess murals, handlebar moustaches and barefoot kids running around soaking it all in. It was like a scene from a Cheech and Chong movie but without humor. Seedy and sketchy.
I always associate muraled vans with that group.
ditchdigger wrote: In reply to DirtyBird222: In the late 70's my dad had a 63 econoline van. Root beer brown with some 8 inch wide cragars, a bitchen rake to the suspension and a v8 under the cover. Where we were living in Phoenix, AZ the only active car club was the van club so he joined up under the promise of family friendly camping and van runs. What ensued was, in my ten year old mind a carnival. In reality it was a lot of people on drugs from pot to heroine to cocaine, sex, public nudity, prostitution rings, lots of naked barbarian princess murals, handlebar moustaches and barefoot kids running around soaking it all in. It was like a scene from a Cheech and Chong movie but without humor. Seedy and sketchy. I always associate muraled vans with that group.
Sounds like my great uncles and/or the infield of the 12 hours of sebring or hyperfest. I had very similar experience going to the 12 hours of sebring since age 5. It wasn't until I was about 12-13 that I could actually comprehend what in the hell was going on. Great entertainment though.
curtis73 wrote: And I always thought it was a shame to see these Ferraris rusting away at gas stations.
When I was fresh out of College. An incredibly attractive girl I just met via mutual female friends told me she loved my "Porsche"!!!
I PICKLED her the same night, and many times after that...
Upon learning I had a "Porsche" (they had ridden in it many times!!)...The mutual female friends I mentioned above. Attempted, and were successful in their efforts to Pickle me!! Unfortunately not at the same time... But hey what can you do!!!
I never corrected any of the girls. They all thought My Porsche Was awesome!!!
Once again the answer to every question... Is... MIATA!!!!! Also, If a girl loves your Porsche.. Don't correct her!!! THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A GOOD TWO YEARS!!!
The lesson learned here is this... All it takes sometimes is one person misinformed about vehicles to incite the mob!!
Doesn't do it justice though. You can barely see the wheelie bars (yes wheelies bars), and can't see the giant blower glued to the hood, or the 3 hood scoops glued next to it. You CAN see his Fast and Furious windshield banner.
mndsm wrote: This next one, deserved a whole row of pics to capture the carnage.
I call these "cruddy ghetto chrome strips" and they are hyper-popular by me. You wouldn't believe the number of brand new cars with these awful things on every panel gap.
mndsm wrote:
Well at least he has plenty of places to hang his towels.
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