turbo39151
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Many years ago, somewhere around 1990-1991 I was cruising the streets in my 85 Camaro (berlinetta v6 yes, I know it was slow but It was tricked out and looked pretty mean- It was all Black with these large ground effects, Iroc hood, twin exhast tips on either side of the rear, blacked out windows, and 85 Corvette rims with Goodyear Gatorbacks)
Anyway, there I am just driving around and I pull up slowly to a stop light while eyeballing the car to my left who was already sitting there. I saw the huge tires out back and the car seemed a bit jacked up in the rear. I figured it was just some stupid black Monte Carlo (I'd kept up with these before so I figured I'd give it a try).
It was probably around 7-8pm and already dark out. Since I had blacked out windows and he did too, I did not see a driver. As is my regular practice, I turned off the radio, dimmed my dash digital dash lights and depressed the brake so as to prep my power brake launch from first gear.
I checked all my gauges. Eveything looked good but then I started hearing a slight whistling sound. I was a little concerned because I did not know what it was and I started to frantically recheck all of my gauges. I then cracked the window a bit and heard that it was coming from the black car next to me. "That's odd", I thought... (I had never seen of heard about a GN)-
Anyway, it was then in that instant that I noticed the small bulge on the hood and some shiny writing on it... 3.8L.... - I had no idea what I was in for.
All this time I had been bringing up my rpm's and the rear tires were straining to break free.. I was going to lay the smack down. That is until the light went green and time stopped.
Have you ever watched star trek where the captain says "engage" and the ship shoots off into a hyperspace jump? Well this is exactly what happened. The light went green and all I saw was a flash and the black car was gone. My car squatted and launched harder than it had ever launched. It chirped in 2nd and 3rd through he light and kept pulling all the way till the dash flashed
"85". The guy in the Black car had already slowed down so I could catch up. It was ugly. Worst beating- the last beating I have ever suffered.
The following day I was hunting the local autotrader to find one of these souped up Monte Carlos.
As it turned out, I discovered the difference in the TR and Monte while looking at a Black SS for sale. About 6 months later, when giving my uncle a ride to his house, I spotted a Black T-Type for sale in a small car lot. I borrowed a few hundred bucks from my parents and made the final payment on my camaro and took the title directly from the bank to the dealership and bought my first Turbo regal... We were responsible for a few more stories of terror and destruction which I will share later...
Anyway, there I am just driving around and I pull up slowly to a stop light while eyeballing the car to my left who was already sitting there. I saw the huge tires out back and the car seemed a bit jacked up in the rear. I figured it was just some stupid black Monte Carlo (I'd kept up with these before so I figured I'd give it a try).
It was probably around 7-8pm and already dark out. Since I had blacked out windows and he did too, I did not see a driver. As is my regular practice, I turned off the radio, dimmed my dash digital dash lights and depressed the brake so as to prep my power brake launch from first gear.
I checked all my gauges. Eveything looked good but then I started hearing a slight whistling sound. I was a little concerned because I did not know what it was and I started to frantically recheck all of my gauges. I then cracked the window a bit and heard that it was coming from the black car next to me. "That's odd", I thought... (I had never seen of heard about a GN)-
Anyway, it was then in that instant that I noticed the small bulge on the hood and some shiny writing on it... 3.8L.... - I had no idea what I was in for.
All this time I had been bringing up my rpm's and the rear tires were straining to break free.. I was going to lay the smack down. That is until the light went green and time stopped.
Have you ever watched star trek where the captain says "engage" and the ship shoots off into a hyperspace jump? Well this is exactly what happened. The light went green and all I saw was a flash and the black car was gone. My car squatted and launched harder than it had ever launched. It chirped in 2nd and 3rd through he light and kept pulling all the way till the dash flashed
"85". The guy in the Black car had already slowed down so I could catch up. It was ugly. Worst beating- the last beating I have ever suffered.
The following day I was hunting the local autotrader to find one of these souped up Monte Carlos.
As it turned out, I discovered the difference in the TR and Monte while looking at a Black SS for sale. About 6 months later, when giving my uncle a ride to his house, I spotted a Black T-Type for sale in a small car lot. I borrowed a few hundred bucks from my parents and made the final payment on my camaro and took the title directly from the bank to the dealership and bought my first Turbo regal... We were responsible for a few more stories of terror and destruction which I will share later...