There's so many "older" guys running around here in their 2nd childhood Corvettes.
It's so funny when I pull up alongside of them in my truck at a signal. First they roll up their windows. Then they try to ignore me. That's really hard to do when I burn rubber in their faces across the intersection through 2nd and 3rd gear. While steering into the torque steer.
I had a talk once with one of those guys. He was actually scared of the power of his Corvette and was going to sell it. I told him you can never have too much power.
He ignored me.
If you can spin the tires, you need bigger tires. If you can't spin the tires, you need a bigger engine.
When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
There's so many "older" guys running around here in their 2nd childhood Corvettes. It's so funny when I pull up alongside of them in my truck at a signal. First they roll up their windows. Then they try to ignore me. That's really hard to do when I burn rubber in their faces across the intersection through 2nd and 3rd gear. While steering into the torque steer. I had a talk once with one of those guys. He was actually scared of the power of his Corvette and was going to sell it. I told him you can never have too much power. He ignored me.
That is the saddest tale...If you can't drive it why buy it? Just don't get it.
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Jul 8, 2022 - 4:37pm
Coaxial wrote:
When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
There's so many "older" guys running around here in their 2nd childhood Corvettes.
It's so funny when I pull up alongside of them in my truck at a signal. First they roll up their windows. Then they try to ignore me. That's really hard to do when I burn rubber in their faces across the intersection through 2nd and 3rd gear. While steering into the torque steer.
I had a talk once with one of those guys. He was actually scared of the power of his Corvette and was going to sell it. I told him you can never have too much power.
He ignored me.
When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
Oh sweet memories of the boys I dated so long ago.
I had a Malibu SS 396 and a girlfriend that went all When Harry Met Sally when said engine was opened up. I miss one of those two things much more than the other.
When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
Oh sweet memories of the boys I dated so long ago.
I had a Malibu SS 396 and a girlfriend that went all When Harry Met Sally when said engine was opened up. I miss one of those two things much more than the other.
That sound alone won more than one street race. 
