LightningVic
09-20-2005, 08:47 AM
As much as I love cruising in my "marauder spec" crown victoria sport, and dusting people left and right, I recently had a series of breakages that has put the car back into, well, un spec form. While having the stock 3.27 gears put back in the car (I was too lazy to do it myself this time), I was out with a buddy of mine in my 1985 MonteCarlo SuperSport. Far from pretty, far from comfortable, far from stock. With 10.1 to 1 compression ratio, production vortech heads, an undisclosed cam, and hooker super comp long tube headers, and a 2.41 rear gear, my car put 377 horsepower down on a chassis dyno. With 2 different color paints on the car, the stock column shifter, no headliner, a 1 piece bench, roll up windows, no power locks, and the stock chrome knobbed radio in the car, it weighs in at 3130 with me in it, and about 3330 with my friend also in it.
Sleeper.
We were cruising down a popular byway in West Palm Beach, which starts with an O, and ends with a keechobee, just looking for trouble, when all of a sudden I see a ridiculously loud mustang 5.0 roar up beside me. 2 revs, and a look from the guy in the mustang, and it was time to kick my machine down into first at a 40 mile an hour roll.
Clunk, my foot mashed the pedal to the floor. For a split second, the car stays in gear while the 800 CFM edelbrock carbs secondaries opened, then with a kachink, the car kicked down into first, I looked, and my rival was in the process of smiling, shaking his head, and downshifting his (stick) car.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA the cars sounded almost identical, he probably had flowmasters as well. 50 approaches, as does the 1-2 shift, and I am out a carlength.
CHIRP!! ripped 10 feet of rubber on the shift, but now the mustang is pulling. 60 approaches, and hes fender to fender with me, and I can hear that his car isnt supercharged, and doesnt appear to be nitrous assisted.
I look at my passenger and she is suprisingly calm despite the absence of Oh !@#$ handles. I glance back at my nemesis, and he is apparently suprised that I am hanging with him.
70 happens in an instant, and I hear him powershift third. He's pretty good, I didnt hear the throttle lift for even a second. Unfortunately for him I was just now hitting my powerband in second. I sent him back to my rear bumper in a hurry. 80 approached, and I put a car on him. 90, another car, I heard him shift in there somewhere, and now its like someone threw an anchor out of his car. 105 is devastatingly fast in a car with a 250k mile stock suspension, but still I forged on. Now 4 cars in front, CHIRP the 2-3 shift barked the tires.
At 110, I shut down, he notices, and kills it. Then its time to stand on my crappy 80s GM brakes to stop at the now changing yellow light ahead of me. In typical dukes of hazard fashion, I barely make it, and I am in front of the stop bar by about 7 feet. We talked for a minute (long light).
Specs on his mustang: 1990 mustang LX 5.0 notchback. Performer RPM intake manifold, BBK throttlebody, MAC longtubes and exhaust, Ford racing E or F cam, I cant remember what he told me, MSD ignition, performer RPM cylinder heads, 1.6 roller rockers, C&L cold air and 88mm mas air sensor, cobra spec T-5, 3.73 gears, 31 spline axles, and some differential, I think he said it was an eaton.
He told me he was suprised I beat him, (told me my car was @#$%ty looking, but whatever, its in the process of a restoration), but that it ran hard. Anyway, I told him he had a nice car, and we took off docilly from the light. We got going around 50 miles an hour, and I noticed in my rear view mirror a red sports car moving on us fast. The mustang driver noticed too, and we parted to give him room to move up the lane between us.
He catches up, throws out a rev, and I identified it as a Ferarri Testarossa. WOOOOOOOO do I want a piece of this thing :banana2: . He was a younger guy about our age, maybe 25 or 26 at the most, and I guess he hangs out in a different cirlce than I do. He starts honking his horn, and he holds up 3 fingers. OK, go on 3 thats easy.
honk, up to 45. Honk, increasing speed up to 50, HOOOOOONK CLANK same as before, only I found myself at the very bottom of second gear, and the car sort of made me wait before it came on with the torque rush. The ferarri pulls a length on me and the stang immediately. The stang pulls a half a length on me (I think he had to downshift to second the first time we ran, Gave me a little bit of an advantage).65 rolls around and I am even with the mustang, and we are both at the rear bumper of the ferarri. My buddy in the mustang shifts, but doesnt drop back as badly as before, in fact he dropped maybe a few inches and stayed with me this time. 80 rolls around and the 3 of us are nose to nose. 90, I hear both cars shift, except mine, the mustang starts to inch backwards, the ferarri stays with me. 105 and the mustang gave up after dropping back about a car or a car and a half. The ferarri shifts at the same time as me, and starts to inch me out. 120, and I am right back at his door. By this time my passenger started to get a little annoyed, so I shut it down. We all caught up at the next light, the mustang guy flipped our new buddy a thumbs up. The ass in the ferrari returns it with a thumbs down, then tells me he smoked me and that my car was a rust bucket. My passenger made a few crude sexual comments at him which apparently did have an effect on him (young guy in a ferarri with a delicate ego, go figure). There is some more yelling, the light turns green, and he floors it through the intersection and takes off. Me and my buddy in the mustang pulled off to talk for a little while and laugh at the "compensator" as we called him. I ended up making a friend that night, hes a really cool guy, and I saw how my car stacked up against 80s exotic cars haha.
The only way this could have been cooler would have been if I had a mercury marauder that could run with these guys. Its in the pipeline though, hehehe.
Sleeper.
We were cruising down a popular byway in West Palm Beach, which starts with an O, and ends with a keechobee, just looking for trouble, when all of a sudden I see a ridiculously loud mustang 5.0 roar up beside me. 2 revs, and a look from the guy in the mustang, and it was time to kick my machine down into first at a 40 mile an hour roll.
Clunk, my foot mashed the pedal to the floor. For a split second, the car stays in gear while the 800 CFM edelbrock carbs secondaries opened, then with a kachink, the car kicked down into first, I looked, and my rival was in the process of smiling, shaking his head, and downshifting his (stick) car.
BWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA the cars sounded almost identical, he probably had flowmasters as well. 50 approaches, as does the 1-2 shift, and I am out a carlength.
CHIRP!! ripped 10 feet of rubber on the shift, but now the mustang is pulling. 60 approaches, and hes fender to fender with me, and I can hear that his car isnt supercharged, and doesnt appear to be nitrous assisted.
I look at my passenger and she is suprisingly calm despite the absence of Oh !@#$ handles. I glance back at my nemesis, and he is apparently suprised that I am hanging with him.
70 happens in an instant, and I hear him powershift third. He's pretty good, I didnt hear the throttle lift for even a second. Unfortunately for him I was just now hitting my powerband in second. I sent him back to my rear bumper in a hurry. 80 approached, and I put a car on him. 90, another car, I heard him shift in there somewhere, and now its like someone threw an anchor out of his car. 105 is devastatingly fast in a car with a 250k mile stock suspension, but still I forged on. Now 4 cars in front, CHIRP the 2-3 shift barked the tires.
At 110, I shut down, he notices, and kills it. Then its time to stand on my crappy 80s GM brakes to stop at the now changing yellow light ahead of me. In typical dukes of hazard fashion, I barely make it, and I am in front of the stop bar by about 7 feet. We talked for a minute (long light).
Specs on his mustang: 1990 mustang LX 5.0 notchback. Performer RPM intake manifold, BBK throttlebody, MAC longtubes and exhaust, Ford racing E or F cam, I cant remember what he told me, MSD ignition, performer RPM cylinder heads, 1.6 roller rockers, C&L cold air and 88mm mas air sensor, cobra spec T-5, 3.73 gears, 31 spline axles, and some differential, I think he said it was an eaton.
He told me he was suprised I beat him, (told me my car was @#$%ty looking, but whatever, its in the process of a restoration), but that it ran hard. Anyway, I told him he had a nice car, and we took off docilly from the light. We got going around 50 miles an hour, and I noticed in my rear view mirror a red sports car moving on us fast. The mustang driver noticed too, and we parted to give him room to move up the lane between us.
He catches up, throws out a rev, and I identified it as a Ferarri Testarossa. WOOOOOOOO do I want a piece of this thing :banana2: . He was a younger guy about our age, maybe 25 or 26 at the most, and I guess he hangs out in a different cirlce than I do. He starts honking his horn, and he holds up 3 fingers. OK, go on 3 thats easy.
honk, up to 45. Honk, increasing speed up to 50, HOOOOOONK CLANK same as before, only I found myself at the very bottom of second gear, and the car sort of made me wait before it came on with the torque rush. The ferarri pulls a length on me and the stang immediately. The stang pulls a half a length on me (I think he had to downshift to second the first time we ran, Gave me a little bit of an advantage).65 rolls around and I am even with the mustang, and we are both at the rear bumper of the ferarri. My buddy in the mustang shifts, but doesnt drop back as badly as before, in fact he dropped maybe a few inches and stayed with me this time. 80 rolls around and the 3 of us are nose to nose. 90, I hear both cars shift, except mine, the mustang starts to inch backwards, the ferarri stays with me. 105 and the mustang gave up after dropping back about a car or a car and a half. The ferarri shifts at the same time as me, and starts to inch me out. 120, and I am right back at his door. By this time my passenger started to get a little annoyed, so I shut it down. We all caught up at the next light, the mustang guy flipped our new buddy a thumbs up. The ass in the ferrari returns it with a thumbs down, then tells me he smoked me and that my car was a rust bucket. My passenger made a few crude sexual comments at him which apparently did have an effect on him (young guy in a ferarri with a delicate ego, go figure). There is some more yelling, the light turns green, and he floors it through the intersection and takes off. Me and my buddy in the mustang pulled off to talk for a little while and laugh at the "compensator" as we called him. I ended up making a friend that night, hes a really cool guy, and I saw how my car stacked up against 80s exotic cars haha.
The only way this could have been cooler would have been if I had a mercury marauder that could run with these guys. Its in the pipeline though, hehehe.