Imagine this car, but only bright red and not being driven by Steve McQueen...When I was a teenager, my friend owned a high-performance Mustang. A '68, I think. His 'Stang was one of the greatest cars to ever roll this planet. This was back in the days of muscle cars and this one was a Bad Ass. Just the sound of it used to excite me.
Anyway, one evening we were cruising a local town, and a hot Camaro pulls up next to us at a stop light. Oh, yeah! The obligatory engine challenges began - ROOOOMMMMMMM, ROOOOOMMMMMM. A mechanical war or words.
My friend decided to go for it. This Mustang could STOMP on that Camaro. Red light, red light, red light, GREEEEENNNNN! He stomps on the accelerator and the thing lights up the tires, and we ROCKET ahead of the other car. He slams the transmission into 2nd and it was like kicking the thing in the ass, retro-charger! Next gear - well, uh, he missed 3rd gear, and threw it back into 1st instead. BOOOOOOOMMMMM-ssssssssssssss! The Camaro shot past us and down the road.
Blew the radiator hose right out of the sucker and steam was pouring out of the engine.
Kind of an embarrassing moment. Just thought I'd bring it up again, Three Beers, heh, heh, heh...
3 comments:
For the record, the other car was a 442 Olds and it was second gear that I missed like a moron and blew the radiator hose. Also, mine was a 67 fastback. Still, I like your version beter.
How the hell did you miss second and still send the RPMs high enough to blow a hose? That would have been fourth instead of second then, wouldn't it?
And I'd forgotten that we both had '67 Mustangs, only mine was a toy compared to the Shit Kicker.
When the gas pedal is pressed against the floorboard, it won't matter what gear you miss. Also, I think we got into more trouble in your "toy" than we did in mine.
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