Where_r_my_Keys
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Anyone else running American Muscle?
Ya don't necessarily have to race it, but let's take a look at what you're drivin'.
I'll get it started:
Back in 2006, I was sitting in my lazy boy minding my own business when the phone rang. It was my bro'-n-Law who had a problem and needed a favor. His oldest son had moved down from Michigan and set out to make his fortune in the "Food Services" industry. And as a brand new, strapping 21 year old, he readily landed a job as a toxicologist down on 5th Avenue, where the "Beautiful People" hangout.
Fast forward a couple of years and he's still flat broke and suffering a major 'substance abuse' problem and hauls it back to Michigan, leaving the shattered panes of his life where they scattered when he hit rock bottom.
One of those shards was the car that his Dad not only co-signed, but paid the subsequent payments, as the nephew began his long and painful slide down here to reality.
"The Condo is wearing me out man and if I don't get that thing out of there, they're going to tow it and it's just going to cost me more money... . Can ya call a tow-truck, get it over to your place and sell it?"
No problem... what kind of car is it?, I ask.
I dunno, its blue, speedy and cost 275/mo forever. I just want it off my books. He grinds.
So the wife and I drive over and sure enough there a 1996 Z28 Camaro, Electric Blue body with a Firebird hood, T-tops and a grotesquely large spoiler; paint peeling off the bumper cover and a tag that clearly says: "Trailer", three 20" rims and one stock 'salad shooter' on the passenger front.
Hmm... I'm intrigued.
It fired on the first stroke and whatta sound. The LT1 was clearly all there and the sound was intoxicating.
It was dead on "E" and if there was a light in the cluster that COULD light, it was lit.
Ran it up to the gas station put a $20 in the tank and eased it on back to the house, but along the way I found a quiet stretch where we found ourselves all alone and kicked it down to just get an idea of what she could do. I was cruisin' right at 45 and when I woke the big Dog she was ready to eat. The tail jumped left and she did a respectable burnout and after just a moment of adrenaline, I got out of it and coasted on back to the house.
When I pulled into the driveway, I was hanging up with my Bro'-n-law and my wife (who'd been following me back to hide the dead tag) was shakin' her head, steadily sayin' "NO, NO, NO...".
I just clicked the phone shut and said: "Too late... I already did. How ya like my Camaro, baby?".
LOL!
Suffice it to say I fell in love with that car and raced everything that would go against us for weeks... before my son-n-law talked me into going up to the drag-strip. And from the first pass... I was hooked.
I loved everything about it and raced every week for months, doing very well... until I rebuilt her the first time.
Carved a second and change off our time with that build. Repeated that, except it took a year that time... took off another second.
We're now on the third build, 396 Stroker, 12.5:1 CR, Custom ported AFR 210 heads, Custom ported intake, custom grind on the cam, forged internals, race tranny, 9" stall, Dana 60 Rear end, 5.13 gears, suspension is all top of the line aftermarket tubular hardware, and a custom nitrous oxide system for those tight passes.
Thanks for gettin' this far.
I'll post up some pictures when I get a chance.
Let's here from ya...
Ya don't necessarily have to race it, but let's take a look at what you're drivin'.
I'll get it started:
Back in 2006, I was sitting in my lazy boy minding my own business when the phone rang. It was my bro'-n-Law who had a problem and needed a favor. His oldest son had moved down from Michigan and set out to make his fortune in the "Food Services" industry. And as a brand new, strapping 21 year old, he readily landed a job as a toxicologist down on 5th Avenue, where the "Beautiful People" hangout.
Fast forward a couple of years and he's still flat broke and suffering a major 'substance abuse' problem and hauls it back to Michigan, leaving the shattered panes of his life where they scattered when he hit rock bottom.
One of those shards was the car that his Dad not only co-signed, but paid the subsequent payments, as the nephew began his long and painful slide down here to reality.
"The Condo is wearing me out man and if I don't get that thing out of there, they're going to tow it and it's just going to cost me more money... . Can ya call a tow-truck, get it over to your place and sell it?"
No problem... what kind of car is it?, I ask.
I dunno, its blue, speedy and cost 275/mo forever. I just want it off my books. He grinds.
So the wife and I drive over and sure enough there a 1996 Z28 Camaro, Electric Blue body with a Firebird hood, T-tops and a grotesquely large spoiler; paint peeling off the bumper cover and a tag that clearly says: "Trailer", three 20" rims and one stock 'salad shooter' on the passenger front.
Hmm... I'm intrigued.
It fired on the first stroke and whatta sound. The LT1 was clearly all there and the sound was intoxicating.
It was dead on "E" and if there was a light in the cluster that COULD light, it was lit.
Ran it up to the gas station put a $20 in the tank and eased it on back to the house, but along the way I found a quiet stretch where we found ourselves all alone and kicked it down to just get an idea of what she could do. I was cruisin' right at 45 and when I woke the big Dog she was ready to eat. The tail jumped left and she did a respectable burnout and after just a moment of adrenaline, I got out of it and coasted on back to the house.
When I pulled into the driveway, I was hanging up with my Bro'-n-law and my wife (who'd been following me back to hide the dead tag) was shakin' her head, steadily sayin' "NO, NO, NO...".
I just clicked the phone shut and said: "Too late... I already did. How ya like my Camaro, baby?".
LOL!
Suffice it to say I fell in love with that car and raced everything that would go against us for weeks... before my son-n-law talked me into going up to the drag-strip. And from the first pass... I was hooked.
I loved everything about it and raced every week for months, doing very well... until I rebuilt her the first time.
Carved a second and change off our time with that build. Repeated that, except it took a year that time... took off another second.
We're now on the third build, 396 Stroker, 12.5:1 CR, Custom ported AFR 210 heads, Custom ported intake, custom grind on the cam, forged internals, race tranny, 9" stall, Dana 60 Rear end, 5.13 gears, suspension is all top of the line aftermarket tubular hardware, and a custom nitrous oxide system for those tight passes.
Thanks for gettin' this far.
I'll post up some pictures when I get a chance.
Let's here from ya...
