Back a few years ago, my brother was in houston taking a uti course, and i bought a 72 riviera,had a 455, and after i was done with it a TA 310 cam, stage one heads,sp1 intake, sch headers, and the 800 q jet. It also ended up with an expensive th 400 with a 2500 converter, and a deep 1st and 2nd gearset, and a welded 2.92 diff. anyway i roadtripped the gas monster down there for a long weekend and, as teenagers do, i raced a couple of guys that weekend, as a place where people live and breathe cars i think i did all right. race number 1. 93 firebird trans am ws6. as i idled in traffic loving the soud of my dual 3" exhaust and a thumpin cam. this guy pulls past me and hammers it for 30 or so feet. then a few minutes later does it again.... the third time it opened up, we were cruisin at 35 and had about 400 feet to the next light. he hammered on it, i dropped the hammer and pulled it into 1st, what a ride the car jumped to the right pulled to 60 and walked the unsuspecting individual with a 5k pound steel sled to the tune of 3 lengths by the time 2nd gear was applied, then i had to drop the anchor as a 300 foot long car doesnt have a lot of room in 400 feet. race 2. 1970 camaro with small block, and a good sounding exhaust. pulled out of the street racing area onto the main drag nice and easy, as i pulled into the far lane i heard this punk coming, he had been on my ass for 3 blocks, as he came up on me,he got to the door, i then pulled itt down into first at 30, he never got past the front bumper as i showed him the prowess of a titanic sized vehicle smoking hi little camaro and pretty girlfriend. he wouldnt let me pull next to him for the 2 mile hike back to the highway.... i think i embarrassed him... and then i got married and, sold the car and my wife loves me so much she let me get another one!
