My 1 ride was a 1967 vette with a 427. I was about 8, It was my brothers friends car. Black on Black w/ a Black top. We went down a straight away on Scholar Lane in Commack. I was locked onto the Tach and Speedo. I was in absolute awe, when I saw the speedo move right past 100MPH. I was afraid and excited. I felt like Chuck Yeager in the Bell X-1. I've been a down and out junkie since.:3gears: :TU: :beers2:
My dads 65 thin piller coupe GS. Astro blue top and arctic white bottom half. Later to be mine !! The fastest most powerful stock muscle car i ever drove was my homeroom teachers 1967 427 tri power corvette ! Thank you Mr. Kovach !! Moz
It was 1982 and a buddy and I went to drive this girl home and her neighbor was selling a car for 500.00. The owner had just died and the kids just wanted to get rid of this eye sore. It was a gold 1970 Buick gs. Brown int, front bench seat's.I can remember was driving the car home the next day on the hutch pkwy. Wow, and the view from the passengers seat with the hood scoops. We did some engine work and that car hummed or should I say screamed. From that day on I was hooked on Buick's forever. The scoops and body lines is what did it for me. Until I got my own Buick and put a 455 in it awesome
When I was about 10......with my Dad and my neighbor's Dad in his son's '68 Firebird with a 400 4 speed. I can still remember being glued to the rear seat and his Dad yelled at him for goosing it so hard! He was only 16. :laugh:
My brother in law's 1968 buick rivera. It had a 1970 455 stage 1, I must have been about 9 years old. That when the sickness took hold.
Back in Nov. '66, my Dad made the mistake of sending my 18 year old brother and me (I was just turning 17) with our Mom to purchase a new family car. Dad wanted a Pontiac, and a Pontiac he got. We snookered Mom into picking up a bright yellow '66 GTO convertable. 389, 3 two's, m21 4 speed and a 4.33 rear. No power steering, no air, no power anything. We burned the 7.75 14 Firestone Deluxe Champions through 4th gear! Pulled the resonators off the back, and blocked the heat risers up front. Pop was pissed at first, but he came around eventually. Gas, Tires, and Oil!
Oh boy. My dad has bought wrecks and fixed them up to resell since I was a baby. Mostly muscle or popular selling vehicles. Very few mom 'n pop machines. The earliest "muscle" car I remember was our '69 Mach I, red with the gold stripes. I was seven when he bought it in 1970 with a crunched rear end and few miles. Man what a car. It's still one of my all-time favs!
Would a truck count? '73 Ford Highboy with a built 390 specifically. Roasts the 35" tires as if it was on ice. It was what got me hooked on V8 power, and I'm lucky enough to have ended up with that very truck!
A light green '64 Malibu with an LS6 454, owned by a family friend...I was in the shotgun seat and he floored the throttle pinning me in the seat, all while telling me tales of beating Mustangs at 130 mph in it. :grin: It was the coolest thing ever...I still remember the squeak of the polyurethane bushings.
I had pretty bad luck in this area early on. My parents' cars were always slow... and they drove slow too. To me, as a kid, a ride in my friends mom's '78 Lesabre was a lot of fun. I dug the way I got pushed into the plush back seat as she made that boat move with a smoke hanging from her lips and a lead foot. The first fast cars I ever rode in were ones I got to drive. I worked at a gas station soon after I got my license in 1986. The owner was a great guy and one day we had a customer's Silver Anniversary Vette w/ 4 speed in the shop. When it was finished he asked me if I knew how to drive a stick shift. I lied and said yes. I knew what it was because I was car crazy by this time and read any magazine I could get my hands on. I gotta tell you, just sitting in that thing was amazing to me. The funny push down/in exterior door handle, the low- low seating position, the view of the rear haunches in the rear-view mirror, the long hood you couldn't see the end of, the console with chrome shift knob and leather boot, the deep-set guages... Bob (the owner) got in next to me and I nervously started it up. I was really worried that it would be obvious that I didn't know how to use the clutch or shift (my uncle had taken me out once in his old Maverick, so I wasn't a total manual trans virgin)... but somehow I eased it into first... somehow I was able to work through all the gears semi-smoothly. I was happy just to move down the road but Bob was like, "why don't you give it some gas?" But, I was so happy to drive the damn thing I didn't want to ruin it by crashing. ou: Later that year, my buddy and I took turns taking smoky burnout joyrides in a customer's hopped up big block 71 SS Chevelle. His drive ended in a nasty backwards slide down an embankment after he lost control. Man, we got in DEEP trouble over that one! A year later, while working for a Porsche dealership, I took a 928 out on the 611 By-Pass and got almost 150 mph out of it. I thought it was close to a musclecar because most were automatics (this was a 5-speed), it was a V8, and the owner had apparently put an aftermarket cam in with a loud exhaust. I tell you though, at 148 mph that thing felt like it was going to lift right off the road and the long-easy curve at the Doylestown Hospital felt like a horribly sharp turn... ahhh... those were the days...
When I was about 11 or 12, a neighbor's oldest son who was a senior in high school had a '69 Roadrunner. Orange with black striping, air grabber. Loved every minute of that first ride. My folks would have been very po'd had they known I went off for a ride with him! :3gears: :laugh:
My next door neighbor's '67 GS 400 hardtop 4 spd, no power ANYTHING. When I was 16 I gave my neighbor's wife a hard time for what I considered a poor parallel parking job (2' from the curb). She threw me the keys and said "Here you go, big boy! See if you can do better!" Needless to say, I had never tried to parallel park a big block with no power steering. Was I embarrassed!
In 1965 my high school buddy's older brother had a red,4spd,tripower, 64 GTO vert,my first ever musclecar ride--with the top down,no less.At that time (age 15),I thought I had gone to heaven!! :TU: Pete
First ride, or first ride that I remember? I was brought home from the Hospital in 1970 in my Mom & Dads 67 GS400 4speed. Heck I can remember riding in that car until they sold it in 1974. Then it was a 69 Z-28 RS for a short while. The most memorable car I rode in was my Dads 66 425hp 427 Vette. Man, what a wicked car that was. :3gears:
First Ride I was born in Oct 1970 and was brought home in a 1970 GSX purchased one day before I was born. Dad saw it on the lot while Mom was in the hospital with me. First Ride I remember. I was about 5 years old and we were riding in the GSX (the family car) and dad went to pass someone on a two-lane black top. Got in the passing lane and HAMMERED IT ! ! ! I swear I smelled rubber from the tires. Mark
My boss's '71 Chevelle SS convertible, which is a low 13. sec. car with a very warmed over 350. I think I was only about 15 or 16 at the time, and he was giving me a ride home from work. It was the first time I had ever sat in a car with a cam, and I remember the sound quite distinctly. Just as we were about to pull out of the company parking lot, he looked over and asked me, "Do you want to cruise, or do you want to fly?" I said with wide eyes, "I wanna fly!" Well, with me living on a long country road with only orchards on both sides, he waited until we got off the highway onto that road. I remember looking for oncoming traffic before we crossed the intersection, and before I could even bring my eyes around to look straight ahead, his foot was already to the floor, and my body was pinned to the bucket seat! What a rush! :laugh:
When I was a kid my dad drove a triple black 4 speed 69 442 convertible for a work car! He used to put snow tires on it in the Michigan winters. That was back in the eary 80's.
I grew up riding in my dads '67 Lark with a 300 in it. It was white with hub caps, I loved that car. It was a fun cruiser back in the days. Then my dad gave it away to his friend and I never saw it again. I wish we still had it...
My brothers 74 camaro. We drove down to the cities (minneapolis) too look at it, then test drove. I got stuck in the back seat Fun car though. That was about 4 years ago when we were 16. (twin brother) It was an ugly yellow with black vinyl top, 350 3spd auto. We fixed it up, now its painted blue and looks pretty sweet. Shortly after he got his car I then got my Mustang.
