Z28Vert19
07-16-2007, 12:42 PM
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Once again im still up here in Maine on leave and im at my fathers house. My brother and I go cruisin around and apparently my brother had been talking my car up and everybody wanted to see it. Somewhere along the line I here that there is a guy in town that wants to race me with his Monte SS. Im figuring 86-87 SS with a 350 blah, blah, blah. Hes talkin all this SH## about my car and hasnt even seen it.
So yesterday i was with my brother and i turn around to go to one of his friends houses and this Monte pulls up....Not an SS, late 70's-Early 80's version with the caprice lookin front end...oh yeah and its a 305 with headers, exhaust, intake and.....shiny valve covers. I asked him why he was talkin all the smack and he said something to the effect that hes beat every Civic and stratus around the area....one was even supercharged....lol. So he says he wants to race and I agree to go to the Airstrip that we have near by. Still not exactly legal but no planes land on the strip they all land on the river and i figured it was safer than the roads away from the traffic.
I pull up next to him and he has the audasity (sp?) to ask me if im sure if i want to race him.....i just noded. I brake-boosted to about 4 lbs and he started honking (we had agreed 3 honks). On the 3rd honk i just held it to the floor and let off the brake....big mistake. I destroy my tires for about 25 feet but somehow im staying right next to him....finally i hook and pull a
SOLID 8 car lengths on him and shut down....he does a ricer flyby (in a monte?) and pulls over.
He was good sport about it, and came over to shake my hand but in the end he still deserved it. Chalk one up for buick in the inter-g body war.
ps. sorry for the novel...but i fugured you guys would want to know the story.
Once again im still up here in Maine on leave and im at my fathers house. My brother and I go cruisin around and apparently my brother had been talking my car up and everybody wanted to see it. Somewhere along the line I here that there is a guy in town that wants to race me with his Monte SS. Im figuring 86-87 SS with a 350 blah, blah, blah. Hes talkin all this SH## about my car and hasnt even seen it.
So yesterday i was with my brother and i turn around to go to one of his friends houses and this Monte pulls up....Not an SS, late 70's-Early 80's version with the caprice lookin front end...oh yeah and its a 305 with headers, exhaust, intake and.....shiny valve covers. I asked him why he was talkin all the smack and he said something to the effect that hes beat every Civic and stratus around the area....one was even supercharged....lol. So he says he wants to race and I agree to go to the Airstrip that we have near by. Still not exactly legal but no planes land on the strip they all land on the river and i figured it was safer than the roads away from the traffic.
I pull up next to him and he has the audasity (sp?) to ask me if im sure if i want to race him.....i just noded. I brake-boosted to about 4 lbs and he started honking (we had agreed 3 honks). On the 3rd honk i just held it to the floor and let off the brake....big mistake. I destroy my tires for about 25 feet but somehow im staying right next to him....finally i hook and pull a
SOLID 8 car lengths on him and shut down....he does a ricer flyby (in a monte?) and pulls over.
He was good sport about it, and came over to shake my hand but in the end he still deserved it. Chalk one up for buick in the inter-g body war.
ps. sorry for the novel...but i fugured you guys would want to know the story.