This is my old 53 club coupe. it was half fast on the street back in the 90's. Big block chevy, olds pontiac rear, 53 pick up front axle. Car was half fast 13.50's ish street car. Hamber gashole owns it now got it in the 11's with his motor.
Tooling down the hightway doing 79 I'm a twin pipe papa and I'm feelin fine Hey man dig that was that a red stop sign- (scrreeech-BANG!!tinkle) Transfusion transfusion I'm just a solid mess of contusions Never never never gonna speed again Slip the blood to me Bud I jump in my rod about a quarter to nine I gotta make a date with that chick of mine I cross the center line man you gotta make time- (scrreeech-BANG!!tinkle) Transfusion transfusion Oh man I got the cotton pickin convolutions Never never never gonna speed again Shoot the juice to me Bruce My foot's on the throttle and it's made of lead But I'm a fast ridding daddy with a real cool head I'ma gonna pass a truck on the hill ahead- (scrreeech-BANG!!tinkle) Transfusion transfusion My red corpsuckles (sic) are in mass confusion Never never never gonna speed again Pass the crimson to me Jimson I took a little drink and I'm feelin right I can fly right over everything everything in sight [ Nervous Norvus Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ] There's a slow poking cat I'm gonna pass him on the right- (scrreeech-BANG!!tinkle) Transfusion transfusion I'm a real gone paleface and that's no illusion I'ma never never never gonna speed again Pass the claret to me Barrett A rollin down the mountain on a rainy day Oh when you see me coming better start to pray I'ma cuttin up the road and I'm the boss all the way- (scrreeech-BANG!!tinkle) Transfusion transfusion Oh doc pardon me for this crazy intrusion I'm never never never gonna speed again Pump the fluid in me Louie I'm burning up the highway early this morn I'm passing everybody oh nothing but corn Man outa my way I don't drive with my horn- (scrreeech-BANG!!tinkle) Transfusion transfusion Oh nurse I'm gonna make a new resolution I'm never never never gonna speed again Put a gallon in me Alan Oh barnyard drivers are found in two classes Line crowding hogs and speeding jackasses So rememmber to slow down today Hey daddy-o Make that type O huh Atta-boy (scrreeech-BANG!!tinkle) "Nervous Norvus"
BottleBob racin' on a Saturday night A scarin' womens and chillins alright When outa' a side street at the top of 3rd... (scrreech-BANG!!tinkle) Transfusion transfusion Horn-ring rearranging my organs Never Never Never gonna speed again Pass the plasma to me Jasmine
I think he was joking about Harrison Ford wearing a Cowboy hat in a somewhat similar 55 in American Grafitti
Mr. H. Looks like an anti-Tiger Paw tire commercial. Appears like it was rearended with a bulldozer, and what's all that doing on top of a brick wall? An example to make people slow down? If so, that seldom works since most people (especially the younger generation) tend to think of themselves as being special as well as immortal.
This and other gore was presented to us in drivers ed class. Made me want to go faster ! I still have my training certificate on the wall in garage from drivers ed class. Remember drivers ed teacher had me pull into state store so he could pick up a bottle. Also remember going to school with a shotgun in my trunk, ammo in the glovebox. We would often go rabbit hunting after school. Imagine tryin any a that shit nowdays ! ! I recently came to the realisation that i am not immortal. back when i was a teen I was mainlining cryptonite . 10-4 on that shit man ! { kryptonite stuff super man afraid of ] we were amune to even that as kids ! No I wasnt a teenage junki so to say....just stupid as hell !
Looks like a 69 Camaro. The shape of the fender coming off the front wheelwell, the area where the front bumper would be near the fender, and I don't see a full frame (Camaro has sub-frame instead of the full frame ). Also, the hood
Not memories, as I have one now. I know the HAMB would LOVE to see it? Man, I'm glad none of mine ended up like THAT! That looked like it ended very badly for someone, unless they were lucky enough to get thrown clear.
There are some great racing stories here! BottleBob, thanks for kicking this thread off. I don't have much to share, but here's one passed down to me from my older brother who died last year. I was born 14 years after my older brother, so I always thought the things he and his friends did were totally cool. They were into cars, girls, surfing, and of course racing. My brother had a friend named James in high school that always looked to my brother for help and advice on his cars. When James graduated from high school in 1964, his parents promised to buy him a new car. This was unheard of in the small town north of Mobile, Alabama where we lived at that time, so it caused a lot of excitement within my brothers circle of friends. James came to my brother to ask what new car he should buy. My brother recommended one of the new dual-quad 427 Fords that were being produced in a limited number for NASCAR homologation as a production car. When James told his overly generous father that he wanted to get a new Ford, his dad was impressed by James frugality. James dad said go ahead and order what ever Ford you want. James dad was less than impressed when the new Ford came in with a big red sticker on the windshield that read THIS CAR NOT INTENDED FOR NORMAL STREET USE. The car was an absolute beast and the fastest street car in lower Alabama at that time. It had the heavy duty 4 speed and a long-legged axle ratio for top end. It wasnt the fastest car off the line, but by the top of first gear nothing on the road would stay with it. James was a pretty shrewd guy, and never lost a race the entire time he owned this car. Remember the lyrics of the Beach Boys song I Get Around that said We always take my car cause its never been beat. This song summed up the Pre-Vietnam atmosphere that my brother and his friends lived in. One of the local hangouts was Shoneys Big Boy Restaurant on Highway 90 in Mobile (Bobs Big Boy to the rest of the nation). One night at Shoneys James got called to race with a 4 speed 59 Chevy Impala drag car. This was going to be a heads up race with James handicap being that he had four guys in his car, including my brother riding shotgun. Although he didnt know it, the official starter for the race was going to be the cop that directed traffic on the weekend at Shoneys. James 64 Ford and the 59 Impala pulled out of Shoneys parking lot and staged side by side in the east bound lanes of Highway 90. Traffic started to back up behind them and when the cop saw them blocking traffic, he started yelling at them to move it and started walking toward the cars. The closer the cop came, the more the RPMs started coming up on both cars. When the cops foot touched the grass median on the side of the highway, this was the signal to go. This starting method ensured that the cop would get the best view of the launch as he was only two or three feet from the right side of James car, and looking my brother right in the eye. When the cops foot hit the grass, the race was on leaving the cop in a cloud of smoke. The 59 was geared for drag racing so he got the jump on the 427, but only got a couple of cars ahead before the Ford started reeling him in. What no one had noticed was that one of the cars that had been blocked in was an Alabama State Trooper. At this point the race is on, with the 427 starting to put some serious distance on the Chevy and the State Trooper, lights flashing, trying to keep both of them in sight. The Ford would top out a little over 160 MPH (with the aerodynamics of a brick) so once James hit fourth gear is was all over. The Chevy driver threw in the towel and pulled over when he saw the trooper, but James kept his foot in it and then braked hard and went around the cloverleaf at Interstate 65. He circled back onto Highway 90 heading west. They passed the 59 and the trooper parked on the eastbound side of the road and went back to Shoneys. James made one victory pass letting the 427 lope through Shoneys parking lot. They then went east on Highway 90 in the same direction that they had just raced. When they got to the trooper writing up the driver of the 59 Chevy, James coasted up beside them, blew the horn, downshifted, and left both of them standing in a cloud of smoke. James went back to Interstate 65 and headed north putting as much distance between him and the trooper as fast as he could. And no, he didn't get caught... that night. Thanks again for the thread! John
Bad Bob said he saw you in a Camaro. I said, "Nah, it must be a customers car!". Do I see some nitrous and sticky tires in the future?
I dunno, it does have a Dart headed 383 in it. And Bottle Bob did leave this bottle and box of solenoids here a couple weeks ago
I have seen that pic and the story of that car. I don't know if its true or not. Apparently it sits on top of a parts store or machine shop. The owner of the shop built the engine in it for his son - apparently a real hot smallblock. His son was running around beating most everyone street racing. His son went out racing one night, lost it, and flipped the car, hitting a pole with the roof at over 100mph. Killed instantly. The father got the car back, and put it on the roof of his shop as a warning to anyone who wanted to street race. The car is not for sale for any amount of money, and no parts will be sold off of it. That is the story i hear about that car. If its true - there is a lot of the guys son still in that car.
HMMM. Street racing with a "hot" motor on 14 inch Tiger Paws. Oh, and the car's not for sale? I don't see anything of any value on it anyway
To me it looks like a car that has been caught in a flood and washed downstream. Every year someone dies here trying to cross flooded outback roads and the cars often end up looking just like that. Note the angle of the stainless strip. If I owned a speed shop there is no way on earth I would place something like that on top. You want business,you don't want to chase it away. And I doubt if the Police would be allowed to leave human remains in a car. If there had of been a body in there they would have pulled the car from the pole and cut the roof off to release the corpse. And the engines still in it. An impact that will bend a car around a tree or pole usually sends the engine off down the road,especially on cars built after 1990.
hahahahaha BTW, you must be at an internet, coffee shop, as I distinctly remember you saying the computer must get packed first(addicting, ain't it?)
One friday night, I rode my bike ('83 Suzuki 1100E) down to Fletcher Drive to see if the Glendale Boys were out and about. There was this kid on an '82 Suzuki 1100E harassing all the other kids. When I pulled up, he said, "Well, finally something showed up that I can race, I'm the fastest thing here!". I thought, what a squirrel!!! I asked him if he wanted to run heads up for what ever he had in his pocket. He agreed to $25, but he wanted to go from a roll. I said sure. We got the 1/4 mi. marked off then rolled to the starting line. He was about a bike length ahead of me when he nailed it. I wound up first gear and caught him, hit second and drove on by. After that, I gave it enough throttle to stay 1 bike length ahead. The kid took the loss good naturedly and paid. He couldn't believe we had the same bikes and I beat him. I explained there was a difference in the cam timing and jetting between his bike and mine. He laughed, waved and drove off. Never saw him again after that.
I remember the racing at Northline, but I never went. My buddy Jim Earndhart raced his 68 Road Runner there all the time and he would get busted. I would race on Allen Rd. between Shebly and Pennsylvania Rds., but mostly on Dix and Fort Street between Southfield and Eureke Rds. When I was young I had a 1967 Mustang Fastback with a 390 cu.in., 3 spd on the floor with a stock rearend(about a 3.25 ratio). It would burn rubber on one side for as long as I wanted it to by feathering the throttle. Anyway while working for the bluelight company, a guy started working there and he had a 1968 Mustang Fastback with a 302 cu.in. automatic. He found out I owned the Black Fastback and started bugging to race him. I laughted at him and told him he was out of his league and walked away. The next day he came up to me and started again, I looked at him and just shook my head and said" You are wanting to race me, but you don't know what I have". His answer was "All you have is a 289", which I replied "You had better look again at the badges on the fender". He said again " that all you have is a 289", so we decided to race after work when he got off. I told him $50 per gear and he said ok. We started to Allen rd. and Shebly, but when we got to Northline and Allen Rds. a train was blocking the road. We decided to turn around and go north on Allen Rd. Since we did not have a light I told him to say when to start. He yelled go and took off. With my Mustang I had to roll into the throttle at about 2000rpm then after it started moving at about 20 mph I could floor it. He got out about 2 cars then the next thing he knew I flew past him, then I let off let him catch me then I waved bye-bye and blew by him again. When he quit trying to catch me I let off and when he got next to me he said "You really do have a 390 in it don't you?" I looked at him and I said "I tried to tell you and now where is my money!" He paid me and then the rest of the night we cruised in my car and he was tell all his buddies how bad I beat him. George
I sold Al that car. That picture was taken in the Pits of OCIR. Al let Galotti drive the car that day, did a huge wheelie, came down hard and bent the front axle. Look how bent the wheels are. They wouldn't let the car run any more after the damage. Do I know you?
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