donsrods
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I know what you mean, that was such a crazy era, carwise, that you never knew what you would find under the hood of any car, even station wagons! In 1966 I had a brand new tripower GTO and one night I was racing another goat. I beat him the first time and he wanted to go again, so we lined up on this 4 lane road out of Pittsburgh, Pa. Just as we were ready to launch my buddy in the passenger seat yells, " Here comes the cops!" The flashing lights were coming up behind us.
The cop in that small burg had a 64 Dodge or Plymouth with a 426 wedge, two fours on a cross ram, and the tallest four speed shifter I have ever seen in a factory car. It was him coming after us. We both took off, and the other GTO took an exit and I continued up this long winding uphill stretch of the four lane. My buddy is telling me I better kick it because the cop is gaining on us. My speedometer went to 120 mph and the needle was at about the 130 mark and this d*** cop was still catching me! Those Mopars always were top end machines.
We finally turned onto a winding road and I parked the car on a side street and we took off running. While we were hiding in the bushes the cops found the goat and had it towed. Next day my Mom had to bail it out as it was in her name, and luckily for me they couldn't prove who was driving it, so I got off. Mom was not very happy with me for a LONG TIME!
Ah yes, the good old days. It's a wonder any of us are still alive to talk about them.
Don
The cop in that small burg had a 64 Dodge or Plymouth with a 426 wedge, two fours on a cross ram, and the tallest four speed shifter I have ever seen in a factory car. It was him coming after us. We both took off, and the other GTO took an exit and I continued up this long winding uphill stretch of the four lane. My buddy is telling me I better kick it because the cop is gaining on us. My speedometer went to 120 mph and the needle was at about the 130 mark and this d*** cop was still catching me! Those Mopars always were top end machines.
We finally turned onto a winding road and I parked the car on a side street and we took off running. While we were hiding in the bushes the cops found the goat and had it towed. Next day my Mom had to bail it out as it was in her name, and luckily for me they couldn't prove who was driving it, so I got off. Mom was not very happy with me for a LONG TIME!
Ah yes, the good old days. It's a wonder any of us are still alive to talk about them.
Don