9) I once had a co-worker who wedged a Chevy 327 into an old Austin Healy. I rode in it with him one time and I never got into another car with him ever again.
Stories of this sort always make me smile. The one I know comes from a friend of the, ah, perpetrator: He bought two old Triumph Bonneville frames, eviscerated them, and mounted 80 cubic inch Mazda rotary engines on them. Gave one to his brother. Used the other one to torment the cops -- the bike would do 190 mph -- but his brother, a very conservative motorcyclist, would be the one who got thrown into the slammer!
Used to be a crazy guy named Larry who hung out at the Marathon station where I worked on my car. Offered me a ride one day in his 55 Chevy with a 327 and 3 deuces. It's like 10 in the morning and he pulls out a bottle of Jack, takes a swig and offers me one. I was like 16 and had never tasted whiskey so I declined. He says, "you're not a pussy are you"? downshifts to 2nd and shortly thereafter we're pegging the speedo on a barely 2 lane country road. Guess I must be a pussy, 'cause I never got in his car again!
9) I once had a co-worker who wedged a Chevy 327 into an old Austin Healy. I rode in it with him one time and I never got into another car with him ever again.
ReplyDeleteI used to get stoned with a fella that put a Ford 302 into a Triumph TR-7....fast as lighting when he could keep a radiator intact...
DeleteScared me sober on a straightaway one morning....waste of a 12 pack and a joint....
After almost a dozen radiators (pretty sure he ran thru what the junk yard had that were small enuf to shoehorn in) he got bored with it.
My brother put a 351 Cleveland into a Pinto.
DeleteStories of this sort always make me smile. The one I know comes from a friend of the, ah, perpetrator: He bought two old Triumph Bonneville frames, eviscerated them, and mounted 80 cubic inch Mazda rotary engines on them. Gave one to his brother. Used the other one to torment the cops -- the bike would do 190 mph -- but his brother, a very conservative motorcyclist, would be the one who got thrown into the slammer!
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Delete#9 My brother and his 934 Porsche.....
ReplyDeleteUsed to be a crazy guy named Larry who hung out at the Marathon station where I worked on my car. Offered me a ride one day in his 55 Chevy with a 327 and 3 deuces. It's like 10 in the morning and he pulls out a bottle of Jack, takes a swig and offers me one. I was like 16 and had never tasted whiskey so I declined. He says, "you're not a pussy are you"? downshifts to 2nd and shortly thereafter we're pegging the speedo on a barely 2 lane country road. Guess I must be a pussy, 'cause I never got in his car again!
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