TTM here we go you get me started yacking about cars & I will start losing bets, gotta keep my focus LOL.
Seriously I have kicked myself for years that car was a southern car(the 68 SS) a local trucker married a gal from the south and I bought it from him in 1973 with a blown 396 (head gasket went bye-bye) I put an LS-6 in it (454) and had a ton of fun with it. I also made some cash.
At one time I would get calls at my now wife's house because there was someone in town looking for a race. IF I couldn't win then we set to outsider up against my brothers 69, and if he got beat we would then shame the guy into racing a buddys 68 Dart.
I know I hate it also that this Dart was faster than either my Chevelle or my brothers 69 SS,BUT ,............
this Mopar had a 426 WEDGE (non-hemi) dual quad tunnel ram with fenderwells, a Mr Gasket straight gate, narrowed rear axle with 12" slicks
Not exactly street legal but he would roll it out for the right amount of cash.
Needless to say he would win our $$$ back along with a nice return for himself.
I NEVER used drugs when I was a kid (16-24) you are reading about what got me high! We had a Quarter marked on the major state highway in our area and it ended right at a T intersection with a township road that all the gang would park on and block and watch the finish of those races.
The Man upstairs kept me safe thru all of those years street racing, I guess he knew I was destined to raise 4 wonderful children.
I never got tagged once for street racing, Deputy Holt knew we did it and turned his back as long as we behaved inside the village. We would roll out to the country, uncap the headers and get it on!
My future wife drove the Chevelle to school one day I was working on her 1964 Olds F-85 and she raced a classmate with a Mustang and won. My brother was still in High school also and I found out about it that evening.
Oh well enough of the history lesson I will bore you guys to tears
TTM thanks for the props on the contest win, I am doing OK at rolling it over so far but still have a ways to go & after reading the above essay I am sure you know why I sold the Chevelle.
Final note the guy who bought it didn't heed my warning he lost control of of it and slammed into a big oak, but fortunately lived to tell about it.
