Thrush outsiders

Mmmm, sidepipes!

 

This thread got me to thinking, and that's dangerous. Anyway, When in the Hell did Tri 5's go from these cools cars talked about by some here that were just bad**** and jacked up nasty Hot Rods to the Satin Jacket, poodle skirt, two toned pastel colored, big wheeled, drive in tray, resto looking, driven by a fat guy with a bad comb over and his lawn chair sittin equally fat wife, boring****ed wheezers they've become?
Sorry, couldn't help myself

 

The guy that lived across the street from the High School had a 71(?) Mercury Bearcat. Dark green metallic with a 302 I think. Thrush sidepipes on it. Three speed in the floor.Black aluminum wheels if I remember right.Loud as HELL. He'd crank it up to go to Kroger on the afternoon shift and rev the piss out of it, back down the driveway and smoke the Kelly Springfields leavin. I later asked him and he said the pipes were that loud because he had run the***** out of it and stuck a garden hose in 'em to knock the 'glass loose. Sounded good to this teenager then.

 

I have a set just like on that olds in my shed, always wondered what they would look good on

 

Nads did not know you were a shoe man. I have been 35 years. I write this from China where I am on a developers trip with my team. You should have stayed with it . I now have eight cars They are better than the stock market today. They did not fall on their face overnight. CHEERS! I love cars too.

 

Only the idiots.

 

Yes I do:

 

I remember them being called "polish kickstands"........oh well I love em,had a girlfriend burn the***** outa her leg........

 

I remember being about 12, riding around in dad's '53 F-100. 289, 4 speed, glass nose and Americans just like the ones on the Two Lane Blacktop '55 chevy. We're sitting at a light and a kid in an acura buzzes up next to us, gives my dad the "What's it got in it?" like he would know what 289 even meant. Then he throws a couple revs and my dad returns em. Until this point I had never seen or heard this truck do anything like this. My dad was the type that sold his street bike and dirt bike when I came along, so I would have a safe childhood and not get distracted by such dangerous things. So the light changes and my dad opens up the back two like I had never seen in my life. Bangs into second, bangs into third, the ricer half a dozen lengths back... thats when I got that buzz. Now I'm banging gears behind the same 289 in my Comet, since he moved on to a big block.

 

Still cheaper than breast implants. Less fun to handle when you get them warmed up, though.

 

I wrote this years ago, cool.