Attention: TDR Forum Junkies 
I just had to share this.....
A neighbour/friend across the street has a cousin who does "scrap work" ... engines, trannies, diffs, etc... as a matter of fact, his exhaust system is made from hacked/chopped/welded 4" driveshaft tubes... . see what I mean here... .
He has a nasty, butt ugly old Dodge with different colored fenders, tailgate, rust ... . man this thing would give you nightmares... right down to the hand operated nasty cherry picker on the back.
BUT... under the hood sits a sweet ole 440 CID recently rebuilt, and well tuned... .
It seems out front of my place there is a very long rubber mark that this guy saw. My neighbour told him it was Bob with the 6 cylinder diesel that did it..... "no way, no how" was the reply.....
Well, here I am rolling along our Lougheed Hwy for those who are familiar... it has some nice long stretches with big sweeping turns. .
I was on my way out to visit a member/guy at the eastern end of town...
I'm beedling along about 50 mph, and ahead I see 'ole Nick pull out onto the highway and move into the outside/curb lane.
As I pull along side we wave and smile..... I am slowly pulling past him, no hurry... .
When he is about flush with the tailgate I hear the ole hog motor start to rev and he's quickly pulling level and past me, a huge grin on his wiskered old face. .
When his tailgate is flush with my front bumper I realized what he was doing so, off we go... ...
I layed into it hard and the sweet sound of whistling boost climbs up and I'm starting to "fire pottery" under the hood... "Our Lady of Acceleration" don't fail me now... . quickly making the transition to HOB mode (hat on backwards) and SEDC (super eclipse death cloud) we're into an old fashion catch me if you can...
By 70 mph, I was again one full length ahead of Nick, and kept opening up the gap... 42psi, 1300*F and rockin on...
He quit about 90 mph as close as I can figure and, I finally bailed at 100 mph dead on the money,,,,, man what a hoot to see him pull up beside me and just shake his head, smile with all 4 of his teeth and give me the thumbs up... .
We ended up a good 5-6 lengths apart at the end... . Thank you PDR and DTT... ... SWEETTT... . !!!!
'Bungle in the jungle' boys.....
Padre Bob.
A neighbour/friend across the street has a cousin who does "scrap work" ... engines, trannies, diffs, etc... as a matter of fact, his exhaust system is made from hacked/chopped/welded 4" driveshaft tubes... . see what I mean here... .
He has a nasty, butt ugly old Dodge with different colored fenders, tailgate, rust ... . man this thing would give you nightmares... right down to the hand operated nasty cherry picker on the back.
BUT... under the hood sits a sweet ole 440 CID recently rebuilt, and well tuned... .
It seems out front of my place there is a very long rubber mark that this guy saw. My neighbour told him it was Bob with the 6 cylinder diesel that did it..... "no way, no how" was the reply.....
Well, here I am rolling along our Lougheed Hwy for those who are familiar... it has some nice long stretches with big sweeping turns. .
I was on my way out to visit a member/guy at the eastern end of town...
I'm beedling along about 50 mph, and ahead I see 'ole Nick pull out onto the highway and move into the outside/curb lane.
As I pull along side we wave and smile..... I am slowly pulling past him, no hurry... .
When he is about flush with the tailgate I hear the ole hog motor start to rev and he's quickly pulling level and past me, a huge grin on his wiskered old face. .
When his tailgate is flush with my front bumper I realized what he was doing so, off we go... ...
I layed into it hard and the sweet sound of whistling boost climbs up and I'm starting to "fire pottery" under the hood... "Our Lady of Acceleration" don't fail me now... .
quickly making the transition to HOB mode (hat on backwards) and SEDC (super eclipse death cloud) we're into an old fashion catch me if you can... By 70 mph, I was again one full length ahead of Nick, and kept opening up the gap... 42psi, 1300*F and rockin on...
He quit about 90 mph as close as I can figure and, I finally bailed at 100 mph dead on the money,,,,, man what a hoot to see him pull up beside me and just shake his head, smile with all 4 of his teeth and give me the thumbs up... .
We ended up a good 5-6 lengths apart at the end... . Thank you PDR and DTT... ... SWEETTT... . !!!!
'Bungle in the jungle' boys.....
Padre Bob.
Well, I almost missed my exit I was laughing so hard. He calls me up about 10 minutes later. Seems the bronco wanted no part of that thrashing and the engine let go shortly afterward. :-laf :-laf
I enjoy stories like that. My li'll brother is a big block gasser kinda guy and has the "diesel is only suited for use in off-road equipment mentality" Have plans to "demo otherwise" when he makes his next appearance up here in the north. 
and
and:{ Our friend in the 'bolt is
One more time: he shoots, sending pieces of the 'bolt earthward. By now this hot-rod pilot is looking THROUGH the plane. :{ 
