I just found the following in the usenet group alt. autos. dodge. trucks and thought it was interesting reading. I'm quoting this person, these are not my findings.
"The results are in. We went for three out of five, hoping to
eliminate bare-naked chance.
First the preparation. Thanks to all of your suggestions on traction,
I lowered my 3500's tire pressure to approx. 18 lbs. I also topped
off my 54 gal. Transferflow aux fuel tank, hoping to get the weight
up. My neighbor ran his Duramaxipad empty, but for his dog which
stayed in the bed for the first two runs.
Pavement was dry (except for the parking space paint - slightly slick)
and the weather was cool, around 45 degrees. We hitched the 3500 and
Duramax together with my 15 foot 3" x 30 ft 5,000 lb. tow strap,
crawled apart to tension the strap, and his wife chalked a tug of war
line halfway between the two trucks.
Run 1: Lots of tire smoke. The Chevy is an automatic, my 3500 a
6-speed manual. I ran in 4-wheel high for about 13 seconds and
stalled out (Driver error): Round one to the Duramax.
Run 2: More smoke, with both trucks going nowhere, then the Dodge
moved ahead, pulling the Chevy backward for about 4 feet. Dodge
gradually slowed, but never to a complete halt, with both trucks
smoking more rubber, and then: BAM! The damn tow strap broke, the
loose end flying up over the back of the Duramax and (I swear to God
this was not funny the time) nailing my neighbor's dog on the head.
At this point, my neighbor's wife left with the howling dog, calling
us both dumbasses. Round two: Draw.
Run 3: Using Bob's 3" x 20 ft. 20,000 lb. strap, we went again. The
Dodge caught traction first and started to move the Chevy backwards.
I pulled him about 8 feet before the Chevy owner blew his horn to
conced the run. This was before his truck was pulled back over the
chalk line, and I think he called it quits to same himself the
embarassment. Round 2: Dodge.
Run 4: This was the most interesting and expensive run of all. Since
our tires were pretty much trashed by now, we went for it at full
speed. The smoke from the Chevy's tires was so thick that I couldn't
even see his tailgate out of my rearview mirror. This run lasted
about 25 seconds until two police cruisers tore into the K-Mart
parking lot, sirens and lights blaring and burning their OWN rubber.
Christ, you would have thought they'd just cornered Bonnie and Clyde
all over again. Anyway, both my neighbor and I got ticketed for
creating a public disturbance, trespass on private property, exceeding
the allowable decibel limit (I didn't even know our town had one), and
reckless driving. RECKLESS DRIVING - at less than 5 miles per
hour?????????? This is B. S.
End of story: My neighbor says since he won Run 1, and since that was
the only non-interrupted leg, that his Duramax kicked Rammie's butt.
I disagree, since Run 1 was resolved by driver error (mine), not
machine, and since I pulled him backwards in Run 3. After all, he
never pulled me back at all. I figure based on this, I WIN! (Any
other thoughts out there).
Anyway, we're both looking down the barrel at possible points and a
major wallet draining in County court. I get the last laugh though:
my neighbor also had to pay his vet $175 for X-rays and doggie-salve.
I guess we'll look back on this, someday, and laugh, but right now I'm
in major do at home, and Bob's wife is extremely pissed at both of us. "
Author is S. Motzanelli
"The results are in. We went for three out of five, hoping to
eliminate bare-naked chance.
First the preparation. Thanks to all of your suggestions on traction,
I lowered my 3500's tire pressure to approx. 18 lbs. I also topped
off my 54 gal. Transferflow aux fuel tank, hoping to get the weight
up. My neighbor ran his Duramaxipad empty, but for his dog which
stayed in the bed for the first two runs.
Pavement was dry (except for the parking space paint - slightly slick)
and the weather was cool, around 45 degrees. We hitched the 3500 and
Duramax together with my 15 foot 3" x 30 ft 5,000 lb. tow strap,
crawled apart to tension the strap, and his wife chalked a tug of war
line halfway between the two trucks.
Run 1: Lots of tire smoke. The Chevy is an automatic, my 3500 a
6-speed manual. I ran in 4-wheel high for about 13 seconds and
stalled out (Driver error): Round one to the Duramax.
Run 2: More smoke, with both trucks going nowhere, then the Dodge
moved ahead, pulling the Chevy backward for about 4 feet. Dodge
gradually slowed, but never to a complete halt, with both trucks
smoking more rubber, and then: BAM! The damn tow strap broke, the
loose end flying up over the back of the Duramax and (I swear to God
this was not funny the time) nailing my neighbor's dog on the head.
At this point, my neighbor's wife left with the howling dog, calling
us both dumbasses. Round two: Draw.
Run 3: Using Bob's 3" x 20 ft. 20,000 lb. strap, we went again. The
Dodge caught traction first and started to move the Chevy backwards.
I pulled him about 8 feet before the Chevy owner blew his horn to
conced the run. This was before his truck was pulled back over the
chalk line, and I think he called it quits to same himself the
embarassment. Round 2: Dodge.
Run 4: This was the most interesting and expensive run of all. Since
our tires were pretty much trashed by now, we went for it at full
speed. The smoke from the Chevy's tires was so thick that I couldn't
even see his tailgate out of my rearview mirror. This run lasted
about 25 seconds until two police cruisers tore into the K-Mart
parking lot, sirens and lights blaring and burning their OWN rubber.
Christ, you would have thought they'd just cornered Bonnie and Clyde
all over again. Anyway, both my neighbor and I got ticketed for
creating a public disturbance, trespass on private property, exceeding
the allowable decibel limit (I didn't even know our town had one), and
reckless driving. RECKLESS DRIVING - at less than 5 miles per
hour?????????? This is B. S.
End of story: My neighbor says since he won Run 1, and since that was
the only non-interrupted leg, that his Duramax kicked Rammie's butt.
I disagree, since Run 1 was resolved by driver error (mine), not
machine, and since I pulled him backwards in Run 3. After all, he
never pulled me back at all. I figure based on this, I WIN! (Any
other thoughts out there).
Anyway, we're both looking down the barrel at possible points and a
major wallet draining in County court. I get the last laugh though:
my neighbor also had to pay his vet $175 for X-rays and doggie-salve.
I guess we'll look back on this, someday, and laugh, but right now I'm
in major do at home, and Bob's wife is extremely pissed at both of us. "
Author is S. Motzanelli
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