I kinda want this
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68R/T
I got drunk and swallowed my teeth, now
Who pays attention to what they do? :huh:
Dr.Jass
Pastor of Muppets
It's a silly car, owned mostly by short-penised middle-aged men who haven't a clue as to how to handle it. It is usually red and has an automatic transmission because Little Wiener doesn't know how to properly drive a manual trans, if at all.
Also, when it hits an immovable object such as center-punching the end of a guard rail because the owner was stupid enough to think he could pass on the shoulder, or a smakcing a boulder roughly the size of a Ford Fiesta in the local Wendy's parking lot because the kid driving Dad's car though he could outrun the police, it looks like it hit a hay bale as their fiberglass bodies explode in a hail of yellowish composite material.
The guard-rail car was a '69 427/390HP 4-speed car, it happened north of Green Bay nearly 20 years ago.
The big-rock car was a '77 350/auto owned by a local attorney; his kid hit the rock so hard it travelled about 150 feet. Seriously... think about that. Amazingly, the kid was unhurt. The same kid used to goad me with that car when I had my RA-III Trans Am; he'd drive by, shift to neutral and rev the engine at me when I was parked on the side of the road. I'd go after him, but he'd never race me. After the 3rd or 4th time, I'd had enough. I downshifted to first, sidestepped the clutch at a little over 5K to get the rear loose, then upshifted into 2nd and went past him in a 45° blaze of glory, taking his lane and leaving him in a cloud of tire smoke. He never winged the throttle at me again.
Neither car ever saw the road again. The '69 hit the end of that guard rail so hard it pushed the water pump into the camshaft. No need to explain what happened to the '77.
Also, when it hits an immovable object such as center-punching the end of a guard rail because the owner was stupid enough to think he could pass on the shoulder, or a smakcing a boulder roughly the size of a Ford Fiesta in the local Wendy's parking lot because the kid driving Dad's car though he could outrun the police, it looks like it hit a hay bale as their fiberglass bodies explode in a hail of yellowish composite material.
The guard-rail car was a '69 427/390HP 4-speed car, it happened north of Green Bay nearly 20 years ago.
The big-rock car was a '77 350/auto owned by a local attorney; his kid hit the rock so hard it travelled about 150 feet. Seriously... think about that. Amazingly, the kid was unhurt. The same kid used to goad me with that car when I had my RA-III Trans Am; he'd drive by, shift to neutral and rev the engine at me when I was parked on the side of the road. I'd go after him, but he'd never race me. After the 3rd or 4th time, I'd had enough. I downshifted to first, sidestepped the clutch at a little over 5K to get the rear loose, then upshifted into 2nd and went past him in a 45° blaze of glory, taking his lane and leaving him in a cloud of tire smoke. He never winged the throttle at me again.
Neither car ever saw the road again. The '69 hit the end of that guard rail so hard it pushed the water pump into the camshaft. No need to explain what happened to the '77.
71ChargerRT
Well-known member
You are mispronouncing it, that's why you don't know what it is. It's actually QUEERvette, you have to relinquish your nuts to have the honor of driving the plastic fantastic!
ROTFLMAO!!!
ROTFLMAO!!!
