Street Racing, your best waxing....

Way OT, but street racin. I've always kept a fairly new diesel pickup and became known as having a pretty fast truck. Back in '03 I bought a new F350 4-door 4X4 dually with a 6spd stick. It was only a couple of months before I had found the 6.0L's weakness in the valvetrain. To make a long story short, Ford would not warranty it since I had some mods, so I dove in head first. I had SCT make a couple race tunes for the programmer, got rid of the dual-mass flywheel for a solid unit and dual-disc clutch, 215cc injectors, turbo shroud/silencer ring removed, egr delete, headstuds and o-ringed headgaskets. Anyway, one Saturday night I was out for a shakedown run on our local cruise street. I pulled up to a pretty well known yellow '03 Mustang Cobra at a light. Pretty fast car and I knew it too. Light turns and I run plum off from him. Next light he has the window down now. Same thing. I blew him away. Third light, he was ready now, we left the light and completely left him this time. I turned and went several miles out of town and returned to find several buddies telling me that this guy is looking for me. He found me and pulled me over to talk. What he had no idea of is that my hubs stay locked most of the time so that if I pull up next to someone to race, all I have to do is reach down and shift the transfer case into 4HI. A 9000# dually with 600HP won't spin all six mudders much if any. It is a real stoplight racer. To this day me and the driver of that Mustang are good friends. He tells the story all the time. We ran the truck through at the track a couple of times. Best time was 12.98 so far. Steven.

 

Wow, that's a quick time your diesel Ford pulls.
I've matched front bumpers with a late model Dodge diesel out on the Mass. Tpk. a couple of times last year.
He humiliated my stock "import" road car and would probably wax me royally if he caught me out there in my '36 some time soon.
It's a big all white Ram 3500, covered in soot and road rash, dual rear wheels, and a single huge diameter chrome pipe up the back side of the cab.
I keep my eyes open for him, just hope he's asleep off the line next time.

 

My Corvair Spyder got mopped up by a Mini-Cooper with a picture of Mickey Mouse on the door.

 

the worst waxin i have ever recieved.... hmmm well i had had my licence all of about three weeks and i was in my ot 71 nova 350/350 w/ a shift kit and posi.. i had just left the local bowling alley where i had met up with a bunch of friends. when as i pull out of the parkinglot i see a rice burnin pos that was complete with ugly sticker "graffics" and fart can. so as i pull out he get to my door, we both give the knod and stand on it. i had him i was pulling away from him like he was going the wrong way....... that was until the turbo spooled and he flew past me like i was in park..... i never went lookin for a race after that... at least not on the street.

 

My favorite story wasn't really a race. Had it been farther to the next light, it could have been. In 73 I had a 68 1/2 428 Cobra Jet Mustang fastback with a 4 speed. Looked like a basic stock fastback with factory wheels and white wall radials. Ya, I said white walls, but they weren't wide whites.
Driving North on Santa Anita at 0300. Between Valley Mall and Valley Blvd is maybe 75 feet, give or take. I had a red light at Valley Mall and a big block El Camino stopped next to me and was reving his engine. The light changed and I unloaded it, poured smoke out of both wheel wells and just stopped at the next red on Valley.
The guy in the ECam looked at me and just shook his head. No race, but was fun.
The 428 was the one of the fastest cars I've owned, but not as shout as some of you guys have.
By the way, never got a ticket in it.

 

Street racing was dangerous and illegal, i never did it.

(well, except when I was cruising Colorado Blvd in Pasadena in late '61 with my Olds-powered roadster, and some old guy in a new '61 white Chevy pulls next to me and wants to know if my roadster "can beat a sedan..." so we pull up to the next signal and when the light turned green all I saw was his taillights...he was a length in front of me before I cleared the intersection...pulled into the Powerine by Bob's and found out that it was Dyno Don and the '61 Chevy that won the Winternationals a few months later....I was just his first victim.

 

one of my first toys was a Chevette with a Buick 231 v6 in it (not very traditional, I know...) It would spank just about anything in town. Nothing like power to weight ratio.

But what I enjoyed the most, was getting other people revved up at a red light, bring my revs up, creep a tad, and when the light turned green.......do nothing.
I always got a kick outta watching the other guy go up in smoke, or hit the gas like a madman, and almost lose control.

guess I'm kinda sick like that

 

in 1971 I came home from Nam and was stationed in the Bay area the local cruzing was in Walnut creek. I had what I that was the baddest 396 that ever rolled, my friend had a 69 fairlane 390 4 speed car so were cruzing and a 57 ford 4 door comes up and the guys being a smart ass so I said if want to play you have to [pay he said ok, 40 bucks easy money ya right, I didnt even look at his shit ford why? steel rims no caps, so we roll up to the light and were setting there all of a sudden theres a deep moning coming from the ford dumps open and the whole sene changed, I come off the light at 4500 rpm and he,s a fender on me I go real tight for 2nd and its a lost night he,s gone. we pull around and I ask if I can look under the hood hell I paid for it. its a cammer with a c-6 and heavy geared never assume by paint and doors that hurt.

 

One fine day in 1988, I was sitting at a light in OKC in my absofrigginlutely gorgeous (and fast!) 1969 Dodge Dart 440 GTS. It had 3.91 gears and an automatic - basically, the only way you could get a 440 Dart in '69! This kid in a primered '69 Camaro, no hood, twin velocity stacks on his way over-carbed 350, and Cherry Bombs, pulls up to me and revs his engine a couple of times. He asks "Does that really have a 440?", reading the engine callout on the hood. I said "Yeah, does that thing have any balls?", to which he said "light 'em up!". Light turns green and we floor it! He missed a shift with his four-speed, the revs went WAY up, and a huge fireball came up through the twin Holleys! He pulls over in a church parking lot and shuts it down, with fire belching from the carbs. His fuel pump apparently would not shut off, since he was frantically pulling the battery cable off the terminal as I pulled around to offer my assistance. What does this little ungrateful bastard do? He flips me off! WTF? Really? I return the gesture and did a little victory donut right in front of him, in the parking lot, then drove on home.

The next week, he was sitting at a light in the outside lane when I pull up on his side. I said "Wanna try again?" He chickened out immediately, turning right on the red at his first chance! Had to laugh my ass off at that point. Never saw him or that Camaro around again!

 

She waxed me handily but we ended up dating later.
Was a very nice long term relatioship.

 

I'll bet money that 'Bottle Bob' and 'Groucho' could add volumes to these tales.

 

It was way back in the 70's, I was in high school and thought I was a real bad ass with my 68 Chevelle SS 396. It was bone stock, didn't even have glass packs. Another guy in my class had a 74ish Camaro Berlinetta which was a sort of luxury Camaro and those of us car guys made fun of his goofy car. One night the race was on. Since my Chevelle was stock as all get-out it had the el-crapo Muncie shifter. I was smokin' his ass till I missed 3rd with my 16 yrs old driving skills and that crappy shifter. Shoulda been no contest. I just remember him waving out the window all excited. I don't remember if there was a rematch or not. The next car after I sold the Chevelle had a Hurst Super Shifter for it's 4 speed.

 

Might want to change Vin Deisel's quote to "for those 9 second's nothing else matters" in that case.

 

I used to have a 59 ragtop bug with a 2180 ,dual 48 ida webers, and a close ratio trans.That thing would pull about a ten inch wheelie and I spanked many unsuspecting "muscle" car drivers.

 

I worked at a car lot and we got in this granny 70's nova, green paint, dark green vinyl top and moon hub caps with a 6 and powerglide. Engine was junk so I swapped in a 350, 4-speed, headers, etc. The car would just blow the back tires off from a start, so I'm now living in memphis, tn. crusing home from work when this 70's full-size chevy all shiny blue comes up beside me and starts gassing it. I'm only doing about 70 and the nova would peg the speedo and get you nevrous on the interstate curves with the old stock tires. The guy takes off and I stay right along side of him, he get's to around a hundred and I'm still there looking at him. I figured this is enough and start jumping the front up and down , then down shifted a gear and left him looking like a real dumb ass. Slowed down and he drove up beside me and smiled and waved and I let him go by and just cruise at 70 again.

 

well mine isnt with a old muscle car or any thing but funny as hell. one night i was with two of my friends in a 1992 single cab toyota pickup, lowered, with a 22re and we had the muffler off just crusing around trying to race people. we finally pull up to a new honda at a red light and the guy was down to race so it turned green and we were pullin from him up until third but my friend had to let off because we started to get some bad body roll through a turn then he passed us. just kinda funny when you think about almost beating someone with three people in a single cab hahahaha!

 

In 96 I had a 73 mach1 that I thought was the most bad ass car around. I knew there were faster cars but I was 19 and thought I could out drive anything. I pulled up to the light and a 91ish t-bird SC pulled up with a great looking girl driving. She reved so I did to. Light turned green and I lit it up good. I was about a car length ahead of her when a 66 Mustang pulled out in front of me from a side street. I put the 73 sideways trying to get out of the 66 Mustangs path... Would have made it around her to if she hadn't changed lanes. Pushed the trunk of the 66 all the way up to the backglass. I spun back around just in time to have that T-bird hit me and spin me around again.
Broke two ribs totaled my car and got a big ticket. I got my ass handed to me by by dad when I got home. Yeah I won but I still got waxed.

 

I had a 62 cadillac with a 351 windsor in it.(seriously) When the nintendo Wii came out there were a bunch of video game nerds camped out infront of Target waiting for them to open. Six of us load up in the Caddy with a megaphone and drive around the parking lot talking shit. This kid starts chasing us on a sket board. We slow down then I goose it then slow down again. This kid is almost to the left rear quarter when I go to goos it and the car dies. I was beat by a kid on a skate board.

 

OK, I'm an old fart, have my share of wins and losses on the street, but the best ones are recent. Not sure if many of you are aware that the 1994 through 1996 Buick Roadmasters have the LT-1 motor in them (same as the Corvettes of those years), as do the Cadillac Fleetwood Broughams, Impala SS, and Caprice Cop cars. So they run pretty hard. I've got a low-mile '94 Roadmaster that truly looks like an old man car, especially with old grey-bearded me sitting behind the wheel. About the only time I punch the pedal is when I see some punker in a junker who thinks he's riding in a rocket. The Roadmaster has a 2.93 posi rear, with a 4L80E trans, and will light up both rears for quite a stretch of pavement from a stop light. There's one spot in particular, where a three lane road merges into two lanes just a few hundred yards after the last stoplight, and it's the far left lane that ends. More often than not, the folks at the stoplight in the far left lane are thinking that they will just punch it and get ahead of the traffic, then merge right in front of everyone else. So I will always try to hit the stoplight at the front of traffic, in the middle lane. Naturally, lined up against throttle Thomas or Billy burnout to my left. I can always tell if they are going to hammer the throttle if they are hunkered down and staring at the traffic light like it's the Christmas Tree at Heartland Park. That's when I drop the hammer on the Roadmaster. 9 times out of 10 the poor bastard has to lift so they don't drive off the road at the merge, all because some old man in a big plush car just wants to have a little fun.......

 

Age 17 and at the height of my immortality I was whizzing around one warm evening running anything that came along. Had a '58 Bel-Air tudor post with a 348/Powerglide in it that could handle most any power-pac 283 even with with std transmissions.
Had beat up on a couple of those as well as a 55 Ford that was supposed to be fairly quick when I made the mistake of trying to beat the town hero, Mel Rounds, in his Mopar convertible with a 426 wedge in it. He absolutely walked away from me and the sad part is I don't think he knew we were racing. Good times every weekend. I still have a soft spot for 348/409s.

 

I probably shouldnt put this, as my brother is on here and might read this, but I am riding in his 95 Impala SS with my 17 yr old nephew driving. Not a lightning fast car, but it is no slouch, and rarely beaten by typical street cars. Anyways we were just coming up onto the main drag, when we pull up on this nice OT BMW E30 M3. My nephew gets all excited, says he has already raced this guy, and you gotta see this. Drops the impala into manual 2nd, which is perfect for the Impala. We creep up next to the M3, he looks over and gets a big grin on his face. My nephew floors it and the Impala launches like a bat out of hell. At the same time the M3 downshifts, and walks away from us like we are sitting still!
All I could say was OH SH*%!
Ended up seeing the guy a couple weeks later filling up at a gas station, and I asked him about his setup, as that 4cyl should not have been that fast. He popped the hood to show me the newer M5 motor that he had managed to shoehorn in there!!

 

Who would have ever thought a RAMBLER AMERICAN could go so fast ?? When they are all white with red and blue stipes they will haul some serious ass !!! >>>>.

 

Totally O/T but it has to be the weirdest beating I ever took...
Pebble Beach Concours, 1990. I'm down there with my boss who has a car on the lawn that year. That year the Vector company had those mythical supercars on display out front of the Lodge where the show is. Saturday night, a friend and I are driving around Carmel in the boss's 70s Cadillac. We roll up to a light on Hwy 1 and up next to us pulls a honest-to-pete Vector W8. I had NEVER seen one in motion before.... Light turns and the Vector rolls out pretty smartly (probably 1/10 throttle in that thing...) so I hammer the old Cad just to keep getting a look at it. 50, 60, 70, 80...I'm floored and just hanging off his quarter when I see a little puff of smoke out the back of the Vector. I said to my buddy "That's a gear..." and the Vector simply VANISHES up the road into the night. Guess he got tired of the attention...

I'm happy to have had my ass handed to me by a car most people don't believe really existed.

 

Groucho, Bottle Bob...............you're up next in the batting order.

 

I had a '71 Gremlin that I put a 401 out of an Ala trooper car in '75. I waxed a lot of unsuspecting victims.The funniest was a kid in a '69 396 Chevelle, three lights in a row. On the fouth light, I looked over and he was pissed. I don't know if it was from me waxing him or his girl friend laughing because a Gremlin out ran him. That was the most fun car I ever had for street racing. I got waxed buy a '64 Vette running a small block and four speed. Stock looking as a new one. I got waxed few times myself.

 

Back in 1980 or so I had a 71 Torino, with GT suspension, 4spd, 3.50 gear and a built 300 [+.030/306] Ford 6cyl truck engine..yea, a little weird..Raced my friend's lightly cammed four barrel 350/350 76' Chevy pick up out of a toll booth...I didn't know if he was going to get on it or not so I just pulled second as in normal driving; of course he was waiting for me to shift and punched it..So I punched it, he pulled me by a couple car lengths at first but by the time I hit 3rd I was going by and pretty much walked away...Maybe not so great in itself but we were coming home from a swap meet and I was towing about 2000 lbs worth of trailer and he was EMPTY!! The look of disbelief on his face I could just FEEL..I told him it ran good..

 

ot and not h.a.m.b friendly but i was out the other night on my croch rocket bike ..its a custom gsxr 600 real low streched out bigger sprockets front and rear 200 series tire and nitrous so anyway i was out for a cruise on our highway 495 and i was riding about 70 just staying with traffic ya know,so all of a sudden a newer zo6 pulls up next to me at 75 80 and revs it up as were going so i was like yea right (to my self) so we get out of traffic and have 2 clear lanes all the way for a couple miles enough to get at it so he down shifts and took the hell off on me all of a sudden his tires break loose at like 100 and i here twin turbos on this thing i was like wtf so im like ok now i know what hes got ..so i catch up to him and down shift to let him know im ready i down shift into 4th from 6th and take off when i looked down i realized we were doing 190 i had this guy all the way to 190 without the nitros than this monster blows by me at over 200 i was like holy shit.....ive been looking for this car ever since and have not been able to find it ..

 

my favorites are the boosting hondas or subarus wrx's or sti's they never expect a 50 chevy coupe to beat them badly

 

lol...... yea whats in that chevy

 

Now I have been smoked many a time on the street but this time I will recall a more fond memory...So when I was 18 around '93-'94 I had this shithouse 63 VW. It looked fubar but was a runner. I had slammed the shit out of the front end and lowered the rear only about 1". Was running some crusty old Centerlines with the fattest tire I could fit on the rear and the stock weaksauce drum brakes.

The interior consisted on the stock driver seat and an Empi steering wheel. I had gutted the interior cause it reeked of cat piss and there were fucking fleas living in it!! It did have some aluminum door panels I scored at Pomona and an old folding metal beach chair I had bolted to the rusty floorboard for the passenger to ride in but nothing else interior wise.

All of my money went into the motor on this one. It had a 2280 cc, dual port heads ported and polished with dual Weber 48 IDA's, dry sump oiling, etc..Ran it through a used Gene Berg 5-speed racing tranny I got from some dude at Terminal Island (Remember the old Brotherhood Raceway? I think they shitcanned that around 95 or so? can't remember). I bet it was stolen probably. But man this fucking bug was a screamer!!

Well one evening me and my buddy Phil, who was the only one of my friends who would actually ride in the folding beach chair co-pilot seat, were cruising around Huntington generally being 18 year old assholes. Revving off cars, doing burnout and such. Well while driving around this red 5.0 Mustang pulls up alongside me with some jocko-homo behind the wheel and his fratboy buddies in tow.

Well turdbird starts to rev up the Mustang and starts talking shit about how "Bugs are bitch cars, for people who can't afford a V8." I laugh and tell turdbird to put his money where his mouth. I may have also offered to beat his ass too but I can't recall as I made that offer to many people when I was an 18 year old assclown.

Well turd furgeson agrees to run 'em, we settle on $100, and then head over to Atlanta St. and Brookhurst. Nice pavement, no traffic, long stretch. It's a light to light deal and $$ will be exchanged at Carl's Jr. down the street.

At the light the jocko-homo even has the nerve to tell me I better pay up after he beats me or there will be consequences. I laugh and flip him off or something polite like that. Waiting for the light to change and McFly over there is revving the shit outta that 5.0 and as soon as the light phases he slams it into drive and takes off with a respectable chirp. I wait about half a second before popping it at about 3500 rpm. Holy santa claus shit that bug wailed off the line hard!! I could have swore the wheels came up, but can never prove it. See when you have a 1600 lb car with around 220 hp things get violent quickly.

Man I blew the doors off that fucker so hard I had to have taken him by at least 20 lengths. I remember looking at the speedo at the next light at it was just under 120. My greatest triumph thus far. I'm damn lucky that car didn't get me killed.

Now two funny sidenotes: 1. So when I launched off the line, the engineering marvel known as my folding beach chair co-pilot seat decided to uproot itself from the rusty ass floorboard. This occurred while Phil was still in the chair and thus Phil, and the folding beach chair were properly slammed into the area that was where a back seat once was, ass over teakettle. so classic! This did not deter me and I still thank Phil for volunteering his safety to help shift weight and assist in the rear tires hooking up so well. We still laugh about this often too. And #2 was that after I whipped this turdbirds ass in his cheeseball 5.0, he never went to Carl's to pay me my $100!!! We were in the lot waiting and that ass never showed up. I should have punched him when I had the chance. Saw the car again but never hit him up about the dough. I did spit on that car a few times though when nobody saw hahaha. Good times there man. Damn I should have never gotten rid of that VW.