Does anyone remember the car or truck that "Scared the Hell" out of you as a kid??

Back in 1962 Ronnie Frank (neighbor) had a 52-53 Studebaker Commander with a Pontiac engine, straight pipes. Ran and sounded wicked. He painted it with hot rod black primer, red rims and wide whitewalls. Looked mean!

 

Oh yea, at about 4 yrs old, the old man fired up this bad boy. I went screaming for my mom in the house, LOL!

He called it the devils pipe organ. Look close had 4 duces on top og the engine, until he figured out how to make all 6 strombergs work with out bogging off the line. seems to my memory 106 mph in the qtr, before et was used.

 

Without a doubt...my brother's buddy who took me to school one day, ripping his '64 Goat (3 deuces) and going about 120 mph with a twenty foot ditch on a curve next to us (outside).....**** my pants!!!!

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I always liked the jeepers creepers truck

 

The sometimes they come back chevy was a 55. The 72 Caddy Eldorada from Highwaymen was kinda creepy....I'm not scared of it but it's weird
lol
now the car that scared the hell outta me is my grandma's 1975 corvette,driving on a curvy road 80mph. And I like speed but my grandma turns into a completely different person when she drives the vette

 

Yep, my Mom's 1959 Impala, all windows and she had those clear bumpy plastic seat cover on the backseat, burned the heck out of the back of my legs all Summer!

 

In 1983 rode in a 1968 Hemi GTX 4-speed with tubes and screws to hold bead of the tire to the rim. Without them the tread would stick to the pavement and the tires would rotate on the rim. Wooden block under clutch peddle for speed shifting. A white tape strip on the top of the steering wheel. Way better than any roller coaster. Car sits unused and unchanged today.

 

I remember being a real little kid and would not walk down the street when one of these
was parked. It just looked very scary to me as a 4 year old! Funny how I can remember that, but vitually nothing from yesterday!
WF

 

Ain't that the truth.

 

Guy in the neighborhood had a '57 bel air white with huge flames, jacked up in the rear, slicks and LOUD. You couldn't see him because of the tint, so the car kind of had it's own personality. It used to come screaming down our very residential street and most of the time us urchins wouldn't move for anybody but he could scare us out of sight. Eventually the car ended up getting impounded and the driver lost his license, man it scared the **** out of me.

 

my brothers brother in law(?) had a 64 impala yellow 409,4 speed 3x2s. riding with him racing my brother's 57 chevy with a 301.came thru a intersection with a low spot,i was about 8yrs old and i remember floating in the front seat,hitting my head on the roof, as we went thru that intersection. that was 45 yrs ago,its still very vivid in my mind. he sold the impala,bought a 66 chevelle,325 396 4sp. my brother still has the 57.

 

My car, or as it was then my Dad's...
He had just put in a real healthy 327, high compression, bored, big carb, etc.
And he was re-doing the inside, and there were no guages in the dash just wires and stuff, and the hood was off. a I remember I was about 12 or so and he took me with him to the local gas station a block or two away from the house.
I was sitting on the front bench seat in my bathingsuit, no belts in the car and it was summer.

For some reason he punched that sonofa***** and I could feel the seat pull me in, and my eyes about went through the windshield. He had a 3 speed and he was driving with one hand and shifting with the other and both hands were moving fast. I can still here the scream of the motor and the feel of my 12 year old skinny *** being pulled into that seat.

I swore you could hear it for miles at the time it seemed so loud.

Not to long later that motor threw a rod cap right through the oil pan and broke the motor, and as my Dad told it he was racing a vette with it when he puked it.

I still have 7 of those pistons and the broken Cal Custon oil pan.


I've tried to recreate that feeling myself a couple of times and came close with the car in its current form.

Scared then, happy now to think about it.

Miss you Dad.

 

Well not really a car or truck but the bus full of Turnbull A.C's from the Warriors movie!! Scary man. JOKER JASON.

 

For me it was not a car but a Triumph Bonneville motorcycle in the late Fifties. At age 15 our neighborhood Marlon Brando agreed to "take me for a ride" after relentless begging. He absolutely scared the **** out of me but the seed was sowed. 50 years later I am still riding motorcycles.

 

Back in 1953 or 54 I was 7 or 8 years old when I ran out into the street and I still can see that '53 Ford grille in front of that copper colored hood.
However the '53 Ford is one of my all time favorite cars, I guess because it could stop before killing me!!! YA THINK???

 

50 Ford that took the bicycle right out from under my 8 year old ***.

 

I was never scared of vehicles as a kid. I always thought they were bad *** and wanted one.

 

Early 60s flatnosed ford pickup. Used to have nightmares about getting run over by one.

 

Never been scared Impressed Yes 55 Chevy 375hp 396 and a 69 Camaro a buddy stuffed a L88 427 in

 

By a 48 Mercury sta. wag. that hit me when I was 9 years old. It threw me 20 feet then pinned me in a ditch with its frt. tire up against my arm. the driver was drunk and some else had to back the car up to get me out from under it. Had brushburns and bad knees today from it. Car hit me so hard it broke the soles of my boots I was wearing.

 

My buddy built a V8 Vega wagon..bare bare bones..motor/ch***is/body

I was sitting on a spackle bucket due to the lack of interior. No door panels and plexi windows etc...

He stomps it and we launch sideways down the street and I thought we were gonna die for sure...we didn't ...he was a maniac. The street directly in front of his house was covered in black streaks from his hole shots. We take the car out launch it through this ultra quite "nice" neighborhood and quickly park it in his moms garage and wait for the cops to show up..they did

 

Never been afraid of a car, and I loved Christine since I saw it as a little kid, I still want one of those cars

 

When I was 16 my friends Rambler American with a big block AMC motor in it. He lost it one night hit two poles and split the car in half.

All I remember was standing in the field looking back at what was left of the car. I have no idea how I ended up there. All I had was a cut lip and a mild concussion.

The cars floor split behind the front seat and the roof at the windshield. The car split when it hit the first pole and it stop when the front half hit the second pole.

So I guess it would be that car.

 

I still own it. 72 Pontiac Lemans.

Just finished up with a tuneup the day before. Started running funny the next day, timing clamp must not of been tight and it moved a little bit. So, I went in with the timing light to put it right and tighten it down.

It was drizzling outside when I was doing this, and ZAAAAAPPPPP, got nailed by the coil. Ended up about 10ft away from the car on my *ss w/ the car still running. Took me about 2 years before I would grab a running dist and adjust it while it's running.

Heck, even today I have second thoughts.

 

'65 'Cuda-Gold, mags, BIG moter...riding in the backseat, 115mph when we hit the spot, a little rise, then a 200 ft downhill drop, went airborn, came down, bottomed out bad, LOUD BANG! Blew the lines off one rear airshock-****er went sideways, sprayin' sparks out the back-no idea how we lived through it, still don't know how Rod managed to gather it back up, but he did, thank the Lord...Scared spitless...We all just looked at each other and started laughing...I still tell everyone Rod is the best driver I ever rode with, (n'maybe the craziest!) and I go out to that dip in the road every now & then just for fun, but only at like 35mph these days-hey I ain't stupid enough to think we could get away with that more'n once!!

 

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Dudes!! It's "Chester" from Gunsmoke!

 

well, for me it was a Plymouth s/s. i would walk down the street i lived on for about a mile to go to Jr High and there was a '63 Plymouth s/s sitting on this guys front yard. it was all lettered up and called the "frog". this should have been a clue to me on how it ran. anyway, i never seen the guy who owned it until one Friday afternoon when i was coming home from school. i stopped and watched him work on it. i told him how much i liked his car and he asked me if i was going to lions that Saturday. i told him i was poor little orphan and had no money. he said screw that, "just be here sat at 7 am and he would get me in". well needless to say, i was there before he got up. let me tell you this car had a 426/4 speed and this guy would pull the wheels at every stop light. it only had 1 bucket seat and a roll bar. i held on to that roll bar for dear life. i fell in love with those chrysler cars right there. i eventually bought a belvedere and still have it. someday i will build it and put the '56 hemi i have in it.
oh, almost forgot. that night at the drags, after all the races had finished, he put on an exhibition that has always amazed me. he put a completely stock '40 ford coupe, Flathead and all, about a 100 feet from the finish line and he started from the start line. you know that '40 only beat him by about a foot. i have always wished i could find that guy and thank him for the ride again. now that i am grown, i can see how profound this kind of action, by a grown up, can leave a lasting impression on a little boy.

 

MAN>>>Those are some BAD *** machines!!!!!