VtheGNMan
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Who remembers their 1st ever kill in their Turbo Regal?
Here's mine. This goes back a ways as I was right out of high school. Let me set the stage. My older brother took auto class all 4 years in school and in his senior year they rebuilt engines. He built a 383 stroker V8 for his 1/2 ton shortbox, all black 1/2 ton pick up. This thing made power like you wouldn't believe. He had traction bars on it, sticky MT tires and had perfected the launch where you couldn't believe the truck's tires just didn't go up in smoke. He easily had $5000 in the motor and the set up. We had a few silver spoon kids in our school and 1 showed up with a brand new 5.0 Mustang with all the ground effects. They raced from every way, stop light to stop light, 10 mph roll, 30 mph roll, you name it, they raced. Bro's truck always walked away from it like it was nothing.
So little brother comes home having spent $2750 (I kid you not!) for an '87 T Limited. Had 70K miles on it. Blue exterior, power moonroof, soft plush blue cloth seats for the interior, posi, working A/C, and the caddy like grandpa blue cloth top over the A Pillars. This car still is the one that got away. I was young and was happy selling it for a profit after driving it for 6 months. I have old pictures I should try to scan in and upload. Anyway, the T ran like a raped ape. Mind you this was in the days where you mail ordered parts from the Kenne Bell catalogs based on how much HP you wanted to bolting on. No scanmasters, fancy boost controls, knock gauges, larger injectors and the only things hot wired were stolen cars. The T would overboost and start bucking and cutting out. So the trick was to bring it right to the edge of the envelope and feather it back just enough. I know, I know, I too am surprised I didn't blow it up.
So coming home from work one night my brother and I pulled up against each other at a stop light going onto a Highway on-ramp. 2 Lanes merging into 1 about a 1/8 mile after the light getting on the highway.
Sitting at the red light Big brother does a burn out to warm up the tires. The oncoming traffic light goes to yellow, then red. We know we are 3 seconds from a green. I power brake it and bring the boost up to 4-6 on the fool proof LED bar gauge. Rear tires are just about to break loose and the light turns green. We floor it and we're both off. By the time we are through the intersection he is at my rear fender. The 383 is loud and is screaming a thunderous cry as we fly onto the on-ramp. The T shifts into 2nd with a loud chirp of the tires and pulls ahead a full car length and keeps right on pulling as Big Brother's truck is left in the dust all the while as I back peddle as necessary to walk the line between controlled chaos and bucking and sputtering. Race over, T walked all over him.
He still claims to this very day that it was strictly coincidence that the truck went up for sale 2 weeks later. He got into road racing motorcycles and was a national champion in the division right under the super bikes you see on espn. He has a lot of respect though for the TR crowd.
Some of the best kills you will ever have are the ones where it gives you a lifetime of bragging rights.
Here's mine. This goes back a ways as I was right out of high school. Let me set the stage. My older brother took auto class all 4 years in school and in his senior year they rebuilt engines. He built a 383 stroker V8 for his 1/2 ton shortbox, all black 1/2 ton pick up. This thing made power like you wouldn't believe. He had traction bars on it, sticky MT tires and had perfected the launch where you couldn't believe the truck's tires just didn't go up in smoke. He easily had $5000 in the motor and the set up. We had a few silver spoon kids in our school and 1 showed up with a brand new 5.0 Mustang with all the ground effects. They raced from every way, stop light to stop light, 10 mph roll, 30 mph roll, you name it, they raced. Bro's truck always walked away from it like it was nothing.
So little brother comes home having spent $2750 (I kid you not!) for an '87 T Limited. Had 70K miles on it. Blue exterior, power moonroof, soft plush blue cloth seats for the interior, posi, working A/C, and the caddy like grandpa blue cloth top over the A Pillars. This car still is the one that got away. I was young and was happy selling it for a profit after driving it for 6 months. I have old pictures I should try to scan in and upload. Anyway, the T ran like a raped ape. Mind you this was in the days where you mail ordered parts from the Kenne Bell catalogs based on how much HP you wanted to bolting on. No scanmasters, fancy boost controls, knock gauges, larger injectors and the only things hot wired were stolen cars. The T would overboost and start bucking and cutting out. So the trick was to bring it right to the edge of the envelope and feather it back just enough. I know, I know, I too am surprised I didn't blow it up.
So coming home from work one night my brother and I pulled up against each other at a stop light going onto a Highway on-ramp. 2 Lanes merging into 1 about a 1/8 mile after the light getting on the highway.
Sitting at the red light Big brother does a burn out to warm up the tires. The oncoming traffic light goes to yellow, then red. We know we are 3 seconds from a green. I power brake it and bring the boost up to 4-6 on the fool proof LED bar gauge. Rear tires are just about to break loose and the light turns green. We floor it and we're both off. By the time we are through the intersection he is at my rear fender. The 383 is loud and is screaming a thunderous cry as we fly onto the on-ramp. The T shifts into 2nd with a loud chirp of the tires and pulls ahead a full car length and keeps right on pulling as Big Brother's truck is left in the dust all the while as I back peddle as necessary to walk the line between controlled chaos and bucking and sputtering. Race over, T walked all over him.
He still claims to this very day that it was strictly coincidence that the truck went up for sale 2 weeks later. He got into road racing motorcycles and was a national champion in the division right under the super bikes you see on espn. He has a lot of respect though for the TR crowd.
Some of the best kills you will ever have are the ones where it gives you a lifetime of bragging rights.
