87we4turbo
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This has been annoying me since last summer. The story goes, my old man has a '65 goat, pontiac 455. Beautiful car, and runs like a beast. We have always talked a little smack to each other about who would beat who, but we have never really run them. So I get a call one afternoon from him and he invites me out to a car show he was at.. Well, it doesn't much to convince me to drive anywhere when its a beautiful day and I get to take the Buick out. Hell.. I look for excuses all the time. Anyway, I drive on out and enjoy the show. Walked around, grabbed a burger and then it was time to leave. We took a lot of back road, one way streets on the way back to his place. BUT! As we are approaching the last light before we turn off into his sub division, which I'd say is about a curved 1/4 mile or so away, it turns red with both of us in each lane. And I'll never forget this because at that precise moment I shot my head towards the GTO as I was yelling out " OOOOOOOOHHH!!!" Only to be greeted with my dad doing the same exact thing haha. We new what was about to go down.
The Goat was cooking some big block popcorn, as we are waiting at the light. Intense times.. gotta prove somethin! Gotta STICK IT TO THE MAN! I CAN DO THIS! I start building boost, but the opposite traffic light is very awkward to see... hhmmm, so as I'm torquing my neck to try to see the yellow come on. BAM! GREEN LIGHT! Goat blows outta the gates like a bat outta hell. What the hell just happened?! Well, time to play catch up! But no... I don't. I didnt catch up to him. And I haven't heard the end of it whenever cars come up in conversation.
and winter comes
and winter goes
It was a one of the first beautiful days out yesterday, well at least one without a shit load of salt all over the roads. So I take the buick and head for the old mans house. I show up and tell him I was gunna wipe off the GTO and we were gunna take a short cruise. To my surprise he agreed, and we proceeded to do so. It doesn't take long until we are side by side rolling at about 50mph. I fall back so my front bumper is at his door, open the cutout for him to hear the turbo spoolin up, and he jumps on it. I lay on it and we are both hauling ass, but he isn't moving anywhere.. he just stays a fender ahead of me. I'm not sure of the speed, wasn't looking down, and after yelling some words right after we let out. I look up to see a cop sitting in the middle median. YIKES! closed the dump, and just slightly held the brakes a bit. What do you know.. cruised on by and nothing. I mean there is no way he didn't hear us. Is it luck.
The Buick has never been running how I believe she should be. But I've gathered many parts this winter, have met some good chaps and plan on doing anything and everything to unleash the beast that I know I have. I love this car, and only wish I will be able to flood this thread with kills... Like the great mean chicken! Haha had to say it, really enjoy the stories man.
Wish me luck gentlemen.
The Goat was cooking some big block popcorn, as we are waiting at the light. Intense times.. gotta prove somethin! Gotta STICK IT TO THE MAN! I CAN DO THIS! I start building boost, but the opposite traffic light is very awkward to see... hhmmm, so as I'm torquing my neck to try to see the yellow come on. BAM! GREEN LIGHT! Goat blows outta the gates like a bat outta hell. What the hell just happened?! Well, time to play catch up! But no... I don't. I didnt catch up to him. And I haven't heard the end of it whenever cars come up in conversation.
and winter comes
and winter goes
It was a one of the first beautiful days out yesterday, well at least one without a shit load of salt all over the roads. So I take the buick and head for the old mans house. I show up and tell him I was gunna wipe off the GTO and we were gunna take a short cruise. To my surprise he agreed, and we proceeded to do so. It doesn't take long until we are side by side rolling at about 50mph. I fall back so my front bumper is at his door, open the cutout for him to hear the turbo spoolin up, and he jumps on it. I lay on it and we are both hauling ass, but he isn't moving anywhere.. he just stays a fender ahead of me. I'm not sure of the speed, wasn't looking down, and after yelling some words right after we let out. I look up to see a cop sitting in the middle median. YIKES! closed the dump, and just slightly held the brakes a bit. What do you know.. cruised on by and nothing. I mean there is no way he didn't hear us. Is it luck.
The Buick has never been running how I believe she should be. But I've gathered many parts this winter, have met some good chaps and plan on doing anything and everything to unleash the beast that I know I have. I love this car, and only wish I will be able to flood this thread with kills... Like the great mean chicken! Haha had to say it, really enjoy the stories man.
Wish me luck gentlemen.