Ok there haven't been many posts here this winter so here is a semi kill from last year, before the Stage 2 motor went in. My car was set on kill and mid 10s capable at the time.
I stayed late at this very large local car show and though more than half of the cars had already left there were 2 really nice Chevelles sitting next to each other that a small crowd (15-20 people) was still gathered around. The Chevelle most were paying attention to was as straight and perfect as it could be. Roll bar, big block motor and perfectly finished off. The owner was there proudly telling everyone how the guy in the Chevelle next to his was the builder and that he had worked meticulously on it for more than a year to get it where it was today. He talked about how he had it at the track and how it had such power that on the street tires he had on it right then that he couldn't get any traction at the start. He bragged that even with it spinning all over the track it ran 11.7 and couldn't wait to go back with slicks. People were very impressed, and well they should have been, it was a very nice, very fast car.
My car was in the adjacent parking lot, it wasn't in the show as it wasn't 20 years old yet and they wouldn't let it in. As people started leaving from this little group I asked the guy if he wouldn't mind hitting it with me for a second or 2 when we got onto the highway on the way home. He asked me what I had and I told him it was a Buick with a V6 in it. He looked perplexed, and almost turned me down as if I was wasting his time, but then he agreed. As I was almost ready to walk over to my car, the guy who owned the other Chevelle and had built this guy's car came over and asked this guy if he was following him back to his house. When he replied that he was gonna go out on the highway with me for a sec, the builder asked me what I had. I repeated what I had said the first time, "a Buick with a V6". He looked right at me with an "I'm not stupid" look and asked "is it a Grand National?" I said yes. He immediately turned to the guy that said he was going to come out with me and said "come on and follow me, if you go out there with this guy you are going to get your ass handed to you." I wish I had a picture of the look of astonishment on the guy's face.....it was priceless. I think he was in shock. It would have been more fun to see his face after actually pulling on him, but the way it happened was almost as great.
I stayed late at this very large local car show and though more than half of the cars had already left there were 2 really nice Chevelles sitting next to each other that a small crowd (15-20 people) was still gathered around. The Chevelle most were paying attention to was as straight and perfect as it could be. Roll bar, big block motor and perfectly finished off. The owner was there proudly telling everyone how the guy in the Chevelle next to his was the builder and that he had worked meticulously on it for more than a year to get it where it was today. He talked about how he had it at the track and how it had such power that on the street tires he had on it right then that he couldn't get any traction at the start. He bragged that even with it spinning all over the track it ran 11.7 and couldn't wait to go back with slicks. People were very impressed, and well they should have been, it was a very nice, very fast car.
My car was in the adjacent parking lot, it wasn't in the show as it wasn't 20 years old yet and they wouldn't let it in. As people started leaving from this little group I asked the guy if he wouldn't mind hitting it with me for a second or 2 when we got onto the highway on the way home. He asked me what I had and I told him it was a Buick with a V6 in it. He looked perplexed, and almost turned me down as if I was wasting his time, but then he agreed. As I was almost ready to walk over to my car, the guy who owned the other Chevelle and had built this guy's car came over and asked this guy if he was following him back to his house. When he replied that he was gonna go out on the highway with me for a sec, the builder asked me what I had. I repeated what I had said the first time, "a Buick with a V6". He looked right at me with an "I'm not stupid" look and asked "is it a Grand National?" I said yes. He immediately turned to the guy that said he was going to come out with me and said "come on and follow me, if you go out there with this guy you are going to get your ass handed to you." I wish I had a picture of the look of astonishment on the guy's face.....it was priceless. I think he was in shock. It would have been more fun to see his face after actually pulling on him, but the way it happened was almost as great.
