what I ended up having in the garage is a monster. On that same note, I seem to take on a "Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde" syndrome when I get in the car. Taking a cruise tonight I found myself not looking to terrorize anyone and strum up trouble, but what did occur was me hunting out those who were making it a point to mess with other people. The ones I made example of, I did so quickly and i'm sure lessons were taught, but at the same time I learned mine. I gonna have to learn to put a leash on myself and the throttle. Opening this car up on the street has much different repercussions than a run of the mill street car with a hopped up carb, swap tent intake and some chrome valve covers. Putting a majority of the pedal to the floor tonight, I know that now. I feel like the fat kid staring at the candy jar every time I get in, but somehow or another i'm gonna have to keep her rumbling instead of roaring at every given opportunity. Either that or one of you guys will be bailing me out of jail...lol Open Drags in a couple weeks at the local Drag Strip. Think i'm gonna head on down there, burn up a couple sets of tires and get some of this bottled up octane out of my system.
