On 15 Nov 2003 21:15:00 GMT, rk
wrote:

Back when the days when cars were cars. 400 cubic inches (6.6
litres for you metric fans), 4 speed transmission, and a nice 4
barrel carb, Rochester Quadrajet, that made a nice healthy roar when
the secondaries opened up.

....Oh yes. During my suicidal years, I provided ballast for a '76
Camaro that routinely blew people away rat racing down RR2222 here in
Austopolis. The gag we'd do is have three people in the car - driver,
shotgun, and me on the back to swap seats to sit on the inside of the
turn. Once we were ready to pass our opponents, shotgun and I would
lean out the side of the window and pretend to be rowing furiously as
if we were in a canoe race. This would usually break the concentration
of the other driver, and then we'd floor it.

OM

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