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Back in So Ill, I was riding along with my friend Pat Sams who had the use of his mom's '68 Cutlass 4dr sedan. It was white with maroon top and had a 350 quadrajet, but 2 speed auto.
It was Friday night and we decided to cruise to Metropolis, Ill about 30 miles from home. My friend saw a bunch of guys hanging out on the corner and decided to put on a show. He pulled up and told them he could burn rubber 8 times in a city block. They said there's no way a granny's car would ever do that.
He brake torqued the Olds and reached in his pocket and lit up a Marboro. Smoke rolled from the right rear and as Pat puffed on the cig, smoke started rolling around the front so much that it looked like we were in a big fog. The guys on the corner started backing away concerned that something was going to blow.
Pat finally decided to floor it and release the brake. As we started moving forward and as the tire finally gained traction, he proceeded to go to neutral and back to drive while under full throttle. Each time he pulled it into drive the tires would chirp. So as I watched his hand on the gear selector go N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D, he had accomplished his goal. Chirped the tires 8 times in a block. The single exhaust was making a sound like hot grease in a skillet.
We circled the block and returned to see the guys' response. They looked at us and said "you guys are nuts!"
Another So Ill story by Baster.
It was Friday night and we decided to cruise to Metropolis, Ill about 30 miles from home. My friend saw a bunch of guys hanging out on the corner and decided to put on a show. He pulled up and told them he could burn rubber 8 times in a city block. They said there's no way a granny's car would ever do that.
He brake torqued the Olds and reached in his pocket and lit up a Marboro. Smoke rolled from the right rear and as Pat puffed on the cig, smoke started rolling around the front so much that it looked like we were in a big fog. The guys on the corner started backing away concerned that something was going to blow.
Pat finally decided to floor it and release the brake. As we started moving forward and as the tire finally gained traction, he proceeded to go to neutral and back to drive while under full throttle. Each time he pulled it into drive the tires would chirp. So as I watched his hand on the gear selector go N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D-N-D, he had accomplished his goal. Chirped the tires 8 times in a block. The single exhaust was making a sound like hot grease in a skillet.
We circled the block and returned to see the guys' response. They looked at us and said "you guys are nuts!"
Another So Ill story by Baster.
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