Your mention of running a car hard from the dealer reminded me of an occasion back when some of us car guys would sit in an empty parking lot off the blvd after the biz was closed (blvd I mentioned in my earlier post running my ’67 GTO). The blvd ran about 1.5 miles to the freeway from our little town. Sort of a no man’s land back then before development and before the police started patrolling it like nuts due to racing. This kid with his girlfriend came in to prod a race. He was in a brand new gorgeous ’71 Challenger, window sticker still on it and no plates. Guy looked to me to be pretty young to be driving a car like that. Sure didn’t think he was 18. Well, a bud with his ’69 GTO chimes in to run him. Rode with him through two…and a half…races. On the 3rd run the Dodge ends mid-race pulling off to the side of the road. We pulled off and I walked back to this guy’s car sounding like clappidy-clap and could see lots of stinky blue smoke through his headlights. Leaned down to chat with the driver, who was seriously upset. Come to find the car had around 50 miles on it. I had to say, ya ever hear of a break-in period? My rough guess was his dad might have been an employee at a nearby Dodge dealership having taken the car home for the night or something like this. It was pretty late maybe around 11pm. This kid’s emotional reaction was pretty wild – like it wasn’t HIS car..The fastest I think I traveled as a college kid was in the rear seat of a friends 390 Mach 1. He had been running the thing as hard as he could right off the new car lot, manually shifting the auto as high as 6,000. It was loose as a goose and ran surprisingly hard. It was stock except for open exhaust with resonators, bigger tires in the rear, and a Stewart Warner tach. I sat in the back seat (3 in the car) watching over his shoulder as the needle approached 6,000 on the tach in third. The speedo was buried and I remember we estimated 130 mph from its position but that was just a guess since He was well past 120. A year later the springs had fatigued to where it would barely hit 5,000 rpm. No stock, hydraulic lifter 390 should be able to hit 6,000 rpm and live at that. But I always figured that high dollar SW tach should have been pretty accurate (?) so that’s my story and I’m sticking with it.
Your mention of running a car hard from the dealer reminded me of an occasion back when some of us car guys would sit in an empty parking lot off the blvd after the biz was closed (blvd I mentioned in my earlier post running my ’67 GTO). The blvd ran about 1.5 miles to the freeway from our little town. Sort of a no man’s land back then before development and before the police started patrolling it like nuts due to racing. This kid with his girlfriend came in to prod a race. He was in a brand new gorgeous ’71 Challenger, window sticker still on it and no plates. Guy looked to me to be pretty young to be driving a car like that. Sure didn’t think he was 18. Well, a bud with his ’69 GTO chimes in to run him. Rode with him through two…and a half…races. On the 3rd run the Dodge ends mid-race pulling off to the side of the road. We pulled off and I walked back to this guy’s car sounding like clappidy-clap and could see lots of stinky blue smoke through his headlights. Leaned down to chat with the driver, who was seriously upset. Come to find the car had around 50 miles on it. I had to say, ya ever hear of a break-in period? My rough guess was his dad might have been an employee at a nearby Dodge dealership having taken the car home for the night or something like this. It was pretty late maybe around 11pm. This kid’s emotional reaction was pretty wild – like it wasn’t HIS car..
The fastest I think I traveled as a college kid was in the rear seat of a friends 390 Mach 1. He had been running the thing as hard as he could right off the new car lot, manually shifting the auto as high as 6,000. It was loose as a goose and ran surprisingly hard. It was stock except for open exhaust with resonators, bigger tires in the rear, and a Stewart Warner tach. I sat in the back seat (3 in the car) watching over his shoulder as the needle approached 6,000 on the tach in third. The speedo was buried and I remember we estimated 130 mph from its position but that was just a guess since He was well past 120. A year later the springs had fatigued to where it would barely hit 5,000 rpm. No stock, hydraulic lifter 390 should be able to hit 6,000 rpm and live at that. But I always figured that high dollar SW tach should have been pretty accurate (?) so that’s my story and I’m sticking with it.