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Originally Posted by ykf7b0
I know some Chebby fanatic with a rat motor has felt a little froggy or some goober with a crooked cap in a Nagasaki nut bucket has challenged your massive Mopar's to a duel on some desolate highway. Tell us your stories! I am Not a cop!
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Wouldn't matter if you were a cop, takes more than a confession to get a conviction.
Anyway, here's a story about the old Lower River Road in Vancouver, WA in the late 1980's. Road was a dead end in undeveloped industrial area, with long straightaways. Races started at the dead end and ran back toward the first corner, with 1/4 mile marked in paint on the roadway. Cops ran radar around the first corner in the middle of the 2nd straightaway, and would write for 5 mph over the limit. But anything on the 1st straightaway was fair game, as long as you shut it down before reaching the corner.
I only went a couple of times, and no real racing happened until after midnight or 1 until the high school kids had to go home. Too much traffic in and out until then. Ran my other 72 Charger one night against a 72 Satellite with a 440. My car had a nearly stock rebuilt 383 from a 69 Charger. Only non-stock items were electronic ignition w/orange box and Holley 750 vacuum secondary carb. 383 got a good tune up that day. Raced the Satellite twice, switching lanes, same results each time. Beat him off the line and took a 1-2 car length lead, then held the lead about the same distance all the way down the track.
I know, not a fire-breather of a car, quarter mile times were about 15.1 with that set up, but it was a fun night. Not long afterward, I heard a drunk driver plowed into a bunch of people there to watch some races, and the police were forced to put a stop to it. Don't know the accuracy of that story, but I never went back.