Driving a long minding my own business not hurting anyone then this guy shows up trying to get me to race form a roll. He was in a good looking convertable TA about 1969 with his wife. After a few gooses from the trottle I had enough. I hear him down-shift but I just flooded it not even down-shifting. Seeing his head lights getting smaller and knowing he was not going to catch me I let off and watched him fly by me as his head gasket let go. Being the kind of guy I am, I had to stop and check on him. He oped the hood of his car shaking his head. Under the hood was a nice looking aluminum headed 455 Pontiac motor. Mark one for Buick.
Yes. I think that had a lot to do with it. I knew that on a 45 MPH roll, it should not break the tire lose. After I let off at 120 MPH or so, it gave off a big Whoosh by the BOV valve. When I got out of the car and looked at the rear tires, the side walls had the after wrinkled look to them.
Nice Kill....literally. You killed that guy's Bird. :eek2: Well, did you give the little lady a ride home to help out?
