What kill are you most proud of?

He backed intoa pole!!!!! p p p p p p
I don't know what would have been better, kicking his @$$ in the race or watching the moron back into a pole.
Very nice!

 

a few years back i built a pretty decent 66 skylark. had a 455(with 340 valve cover stickers), sp th400, suspension tweaks, the whole works. the funny thing was the car looked bone stock on the outside and with my remote timing control i could advance the timing at a light and smooth out the idle a bunch. well i had taken the car out a few times on weekends but never really showed it to anybody, but every time this late 80's 5.0 would see me out cruising he would do his best to get beside me and throw a few revs my direction trying to get me to race him. my buddies used to tease me that my old Buick was no match for him and his heavily tweaked and stroked 5.0. one night i finally agreed to race him, we all went to a deserted industrial area and he and i lined up. he went thru the whole process of doing a burnout and i just pulled up to the line and waited. we went on the starters flashlight signal and i feathered the pedal to hopefully get a good launch. he dumped the clutch and was out by a car length almost instantly. i just kept pushing the pedal down a little at a time and once i was beside him i stabbed it to the floor and the secondaries opened and next thing i knew i was sideways and looking straight out my windshield at his passenger door. i let up and straightened it out and then hit it again and shot past him like a rocket. i beat him by better than 4 car lengths. when we got back to the big group that had been watching there were accusations of me using Nitrous and things of that sort. all the guys said there was no way a car could come unglued like that without some type of power adder. i opened the hood and let them have an eyefull. opened the trunk as well and then told them i was running a 3.36 gear and that my car weighed 3900 lbs without me in it. to this very day that car is legendary in town and last i heard the mustang guy was adding a turbo setup to his car.

Bob

 

There's your "hidden power adder" right there. p :Brow:

 

My favorite kill happened to me about a week ago. Myself and a bunch of my buddies were downtown in the parking lot of my dad's shop just shooting the breeze, and this kid we know comes pulling up in a 2002 corvette that he had borrowed from his older brother. He comes up to me and asked if I wanted to go out and race. I accepted, but felt kind of stupid because I really thought I was going to lose this race. All my buddies piled into a suburban and I jumped in my Buick-powered pickup with one friend to flag the race, and we headed out to our local race spot (small town..hehe). We have the quarter all marked out, so everyone in the suburban went to the finish line to witness the end. My buddy jumped out of my pickup, and I commenced my pre-race burnout. I ran thru all 3 gears on the line lock, and pulled up to the start. I stalled it up to 3 grand, and my buddy gave us the signal and we took off. I expected the vette to dust me off the start, but we were neck and neck. I hit second gear, and pulled about half a car on him. He grabbed a gear, and pulled about half a car on me, then I nailed third and just slowly pulled on him until the finish line. It was a really close race; I only took him by about a carlenth at the end. We went back to the shop when it was all over, and he made the excuse that he would have beat me if he knew how to drive the car better. At any rate, still my favorite kill. And the best part is, he got beat by a pickup! :grin:

 

The Home Town 69 440 Charger

The summer before last I ran a 69 440 Charger with my convertible with Dad along to spectate. He had BFG Drag Radials and I had my Goodyear street tires on so I had to baby it out of the hole, ended up taking him by 4-5 car lengths ( twice):Brow: This was a rematch from 10 years earlier where there were identical results.

 

keep the stories coming there all good..

 

Mr. Schmelzer, that is about the best kill I've seen on this board. I think someone else said it best, He was trying to get away from that crazy man in the monster mobile. I laughed and laughed at that one. I would have given $100 to see that punk's face when he couldn't pull on you more than the holeshot! I'll bet he didn't tell any of his buddies that story! At least not the true version anyway. Great kill.

Rice kills are only fun when the kid driving is a jerk. The biggest problem with racing punks (I can say that because I was one a few, ok ok a lot of years ago) is that 95% don't know how to drive safely at high speed. I repearedly stomped all over this punk in what I seem to remember was an Altima. Cute little girl next to him. Just shamed him three or four times in about two miles. I'd slow down so he could catch up then waste him again.

When I got to my turn off, he never even slowed down. He was doing 70+ in a 45 when he blew by within a very few inches of the right rear of my wife's Formula Firebird. It isn't that he was that good, I saw his face in the side mirror and he was terrified. Took him a few corrections to get it under control and back into just his lane.

 

yeah alot of them drive like idiots like my freind ive been in one of my freinds cars a few times when hes has raced and i got scared cause hes come within feet of hitting other cars and we were going around 120.

 

I don't have a kill that is related to Buicks, but that is only because I don't own one yet. This past September at Grand Bend Motorplex, in Grand Bend, Ontario, I raced a 1981 Camaro Z28 in my '85 GMC 1/2 ton. I remember the Zedder was a couple of cars ahead of me in the next lane in the staging lanes, and it had a very lumpy cam and sounded fairly serious.
We wound up running each other. I should mention that this was my first trip to the track in about four years, and it was the first time since I installed the 3.73 gears and Auburn posi. Anyway, he left me at the line, and was off. I started to pull on him, and caught him at about half track. I won by about three-tenths. I was pumped. My first win.
The coolest thing happened in the shut down area, the guy in the Camaro (who had already turned up the return lane) stopped and gave me the thumbs up! He instantly had my respect.
I wound up running a 15.19 quarter, almost a second-and-a-half better than four years earlier. I later ran my best 15.09 later that day.
Sorry to bore you with a non-Buick kill, but that was a special moment for me in my hotrod.

Thanks,

Brad Clarke

 

The Kill

It happened in '96 on a 5 mile straight away. I was out in my slightly modified '71 Riv w/70-455, when I came apon two Mustang GTs who had just squared off and were neck-n-neck.
I came up behind them (had to let off the gas so to as not to push them along) but my wake must have moved them apart enough for me to split them,wave to them, and pass them.(maybe not to smart but it was funny)
The look on there faces was priceless.:grin:

 

In high school/college, my first car was a '72 Skylark custom, Silvermist. My senior year I rebuilt a '73 455 and put it in with a Stage 1 cam. I street raced a lot out on Abbott Drive and McKinley road. At some point I changed the open 2:73 to a 3:08 posi and put in a Crower cam and some Kenne Bell headers. I stuck with the Q-jet and had no chrome or show pieces on the engine...just the headers. Out on McKinley one night, I raced a '69 442 with a built 455. He had a 4:10 rear end and a 4 speed. His problem was he didn't know how to drive. He'd fry the tires for a while then hook up. I wasted him 3 times that night. We pulled over to check out each other's car and I popped my hood. I remember he kept telling his friend after looking at my car , " It's all stock....it's all stock." He didn't know that he'd been baptized by Buick power. In fairness to him...or perhaps the car...his car was faster than mine, he just couldn't drive it. That was one of the funnest nights of street racing I ever enjoyed. All of my friends were there and all of them were cheering when I came back in.

 

GS464...

Mr. Schmelzer??

I thought that was my Dad???

Next thing ya know, someone will call me "Sir!" I don't need the help feeling old. I get enough of that every time I stand up and it takes my belly almost 2 minutes to catch up!!!:Brow: :laugh:

 

Shucks Greg, I'm 44 and I feel the same way. About a year ago, I nearly slapped this punk right off a stairway for saying "Excuse me, Sir"! He was being polite I know and it may have been a bit rude on my part to knock him off the steps, but Geez! "Sir"?

Smart-aleky little brat. Oh. He was about 20 years old..... I figured after he hit the concrete about five feet below us, I could have outrun him.........HA!