Hey guys, long time viewer of the board but i'd figure id write about a story of mine quite a few weeks ago. I was at a local sunday night cruise meet and I had my hood up trying to adjust my fuel pressure and boost. This guy pulls up in a early 80's cutlass and parks next to me. I told him he had a nice car, and immadiately he starts running his mouth about his car and how it eats anything for breakfast. He has a 350 punched out to a 360 with 202 heads edlebrock performer intake, demon carb, 3/4 racing cam, beefy 700R4 tranny and 4.11 gears, you name it. He had a time slip for mid 13 sec passes. It was done up to the kilt. Now I can respect nice cars, but I couldn't take his attiude. I hooked my car up to a scanmaster tool and took my car for a boot, and immadiately he followed me out. At the time, I was only running about 7 psi boost, because I had a leananing out issue. He pulled up next to me not even knowing, and from a green light he shot out in front of me with his open exhaust, pulling on me by at least 5 car lengths trying to show off.. I went back to the cruise spot and attempted to tune my car and had it running at a healthy 21 psi boost with no knock and about 55 psi fuel pressure with the vac line off. I also changed chips to a 93 octane street avenger chip. He came back and found me again, this time with a buddy laughing at me about how he beat me when he had absoulity no idea what kinda engine I had under my hood. I left there to find a race spot that me and my friends were going to. He followed me catching up to me and asked waved to me to floor it. I told him to go first. We were doing about 40 mph at the time. He floored it, and took off. I then shifted to 2nd gear and planted my foot to the floor. I heard the spool of the turbo and my autometer guaged pegged at 22psi boost. My tires broke loose and I started going sideways. I let off a little and caught grip and flew past him as if he was standing still. We hit a light again, and he started revving his engine, and me and my buddy began to laugh. I put my left foot on the brake and my right foot on the gas holding 7 psi boost and 2000 rpm's against the convertor. The light Hit green and i stomped it. He spun and I tool off flying past him and beat him by well over a city block before I shut it down. He caught back up to me and asked me what kind of insane motor I had. He thought I had a 455, and I told him it was a 3.8L V6 intercooled turbo and he didn't believe me. I showed him the performance mods I had and he shut up. Now everytime he sees me, he acts like he's my friend and I just ignore him Just thought i'd share that story with you guys :3gears:
Now THATS a great kill story.........I can just hear that turbo spooling up as I read your post! :TU:
EgggggCelente' !!! The BigBlock Buick is like the junkyard dawg......Panting hard sitting still, droll slobbering from its cheeks but when it barks you better run for cover .....while the ittybitty LC2 turbo motor is like a greyhound - sleek, quiet and refined while sitting still, and just a blurrrrr and a whistle as it flashes past all the other dawgs at the race who look twice as powerful....but aren't
