LightningVic
09-27-2005, 12:48 PM
Well, you guys liked my last couple of stories, and i have tons of them, so I figured I would post this one. This one is at least Panther related, however it is pre-return to stock gears. I now have the stock 3.27s in my car again because well, gas is expensive, but this particular tale I still had the 4.10s.
Actually one member on here will at least know the night that it happened. My buddy and I were going down to Bithlo (where I would later run into the venerable Merc-O-matic), and we stopped to gas up our cars and get some supplies from the convenience store. I pulled up to my pump as a newer suburban was pulling away from the pump next to me to reveal...............a Black 1996 Impala Supersport which was also pulling in.
Upon initial Inspection, I noticed he had wider than stock tires out back, healthy aftermarket exhaust, and since I am trained to do this, I looked at his rear wheels. He also had control arms (when you upgrade the control arms on a B-body chevy, oftentimes it centers the wheel in the wheel well. If you can find a stock one, look at how the rear wheels sit in the openings and you will notice that they are biased towards the front), so I figured if this guy was willing to upgrade his suspension, I knew he wasn't messing around. A gentleman in his early 50s who looked remarkably like the late Dale Earnhardt got out of the car wearing sunglasses and a marlboro ball cap, and he just sort of scanned the gas station as he was opening up his gas tank, and thats when he saw me getting out of my car.
Our eyes locked for a moment, he looked at the car, sniffled, smirked, and shook his head. I remember thinking, yeah buddy I got something for you...........I just hope its enough. I walked in the store, paid for my gas, 2 gatorades, a cheese danish, and some octane boost (my car has a 93 tune, but its pretty aggressive, it pings on me sometimes on pump gas, and looooooves octane boost).
I went outside with my bag, munching on my danish, and I saw my buddy topping off his tank, and I looked at the impala again and the guy was leaning on it with his arms folded. When I looked at him, he nods at my car and raises his eyebrows. Since I don't speak cryptic silent type, I just smiled and nodded. Stuck my gatorade in the back, and proceeded to fill up my tank. Before I was finished, I heard the impala start up, and I looked over in time to see the owner staring at me as he rolled his window up. Since the pump was already pumping itself as fast as it could, I got ready. I stuck the key in the ignition, and put the car in neutral. PACHINK........the gas was done. I hopped out, yanked it out of my tank, and shoved it back onto the pump in such a way that it fell out as I was jumping back into my car. I had the car on and in gear before I even had a chance to close my door, and I pulled out of my "slip" at the station. I cut off a jeep that was wandering around looking for a pump, and I saw that Impala was already in the left turn lane ready to make a U-turn.
I pulled out and there was an assload of traffic coming, but I had a split second to slip in before they got there. I pulled out, didnt make anyone have to slow down, and got behind the impala. I stuck it in neutral, revved it a couple of times to get the oil circulating everywhere (I had still literally JUST turned the car on). I let it idle, and the light turned green. He makes his turn, I am right on him, and I dropped my shifter down into first, and switched the A/C off.
Before I was even around the median, I gave it some throttle and got along side the impala, and as soon as I looked over everything went into slow motion. CHA CHANK, the sound of his worked tranny downshifting was enough to let me know.........it was go time. My gas pedal went to the floor, and my 4.10s launched me forward dead even with the impala.
The next second was pure bliss, I could hear my exhaust, his exhaust, and my cams buzzing away under their cam girdles. Then it was back to business. My shift point was here, and I nailed it right at the perfect spot. Apparently so did he. All four of our rear tires left 10 feet of rubber, I even felt a little wheel hop from my car on the shift. Bottom of second his torque advantage becomes evident as he starts to pull me. Slowly, first I see his rear door, then I see his wheels, then I see his trunk. But I could already feel my heads and cams coming alive. .550 inches of lift started sucking air through 235 cfm intake ports, and my car responded with an, "Oh you meant now?" surge forward to bring me back eye to wide eye with the Impala driver.
WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! !!!!!!! We are both staring straight ahead now, he shifts and going into third still emitted a brief chirp from his rear tires, then I shifted...........and chirped my serpentine belt, whatever. Dead to rights even. Then 100 snuck up on us suprisingly fast and we slowed appropriately. He rolled down his window and asked me how I liked my marauder. I told him I liked my Crown Victoria Sport just fine, and that if it had been a marauder, it probably would have been a bit more decisive ;). He was floored that it was just a "regular crown vic." We pulled up to the light, and I made him feel a bit better when I told him my mod list, his wasnt light either home plate delete, cold air, long tube headers, flowmaster exhaust, a worked tranny, the control arms, and a chip. I told him I loved his car ( and I really did) and I tried to convince him to go out to bithlo with us, but he had a family waiting for him apparently hehe. So he turned off, and my friend caught up, laughed since he saw the whole thing, and we headed off to bithlo where i met a couple of awesome guys and continued to have a blast.
Got Panther?
P.S. I promise, I will have a marauder soon, and I will have crazy marauder stories, untill then, this is as close as I can get. Hope you enjoy.
Lightningvic
Actually one member on here will at least know the night that it happened. My buddy and I were going down to Bithlo (where I would later run into the venerable Merc-O-matic), and we stopped to gas up our cars and get some supplies from the convenience store. I pulled up to my pump as a newer suburban was pulling away from the pump next to me to reveal...............a Black 1996 Impala Supersport which was also pulling in.
Upon initial Inspection, I noticed he had wider than stock tires out back, healthy aftermarket exhaust, and since I am trained to do this, I looked at his rear wheels. He also had control arms (when you upgrade the control arms on a B-body chevy, oftentimes it centers the wheel in the wheel well. If you can find a stock one, look at how the rear wheels sit in the openings and you will notice that they are biased towards the front), so I figured if this guy was willing to upgrade his suspension, I knew he wasn't messing around. A gentleman in his early 50s who looked remarkably like the late Dale Earnhardt got out of the car wearing sunglasses and a marlboro ball cap, and he just sort of scanned the gas station as he was opening up his gas tank, and thats when he saw me getting out of my car.
Our eyes locked for a moment, he looked at the car, sniffled, smirked, and shook his head. I remember thinking, yeah buddy I got something for you...........I just hope its enough. I walked in the store, paid for my gas, 2 gatorades, a cheese danish, and some octane boost (my car has a 93 tune, but its pretty aggressive, it pings on me sometimes on pump gas, and looooooves octane boost).
I went outside with my bag, munching on my danish, and I saw my buddy topping off his tank, and I looked at the impala again and the guy was leaning on it with his arms folded. When I looked at him, he nods at my car and raises his eyebrows. Since I don't speak cryptic silent type, I just smiled and nodded. Stuck my gatorade in the back, and proceeded to fill up my tank. Before I was finished, I heard the impala start up, and I looked over in time to see the owner staring at me as he rolled his window up. Since the pump was already pumping itself as fast as it could, I got ready. I stuck the key in the ignition, and put the car in neutral. PACHINK........the gas was done. I hopped out, yanked it out of my tank, and shoved it back onto the pump in such a way that it fell out as I was jumping back into my car. I had the car on and in gear before I even had a chance to close my door, and I pulled out of my "slip" at the station. I cut off a jeep that was wandering around looking for a pump, and I saw that Impala was already in the left turn lane ready to make a U-turn.
I pulled out and there was an assload of traffic coming, but I had a split second to slip in before they got there. I pulled out, didnt make anyone have to slow down, and got behind the impala. I stuck it in neutral, revved it a couple of times to get the oil circulating everywhere (I had still literally JUST turned the car on). I let it idle, and the light turned green. He makes his turn, I am right on him, and I dropped my shifter down into first, and switched the A/C off.
Before I was even around the median, I gave it some throttle and got along side the impala, and as soon as I looked over everything went into slow motion. CHA CHANK, the sound of his worked tranny downshifting was enough to let me know.........it was go time. My gas pedal went to the floor, and my 4.10s launched me forward dead even with the impala.
The next second was pure bliss, I could hear my exhaust, his exhaust, and my cams buzzing away under their cam girdles. Then it was back to business. My shift point was here, and I nailed it right at the perfect spot. Apparently so did he. All four of our rear tires left 10 feet of rubber, I even felt a little wheel hop from my car on the shift. Bottom of second his torque advantage becomes evident as he starts to pull me. Slowly, first I see his rear door, then I see his wheels, then I see his trunk. But I could already feel my heads and cams coming alive. .550 inches of lift started sucking air through 235 cfm intake ports, and my car responded with an, "Oh you meant now?" surge forward to bring me back eye to wide eye with the Impala driver.
WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! !!!!!!! We are both staring straight ahead now, he shifts and going into third still emitted a brief chirp from his rear tires, then I shifted...........and chirped my serpentine belt, whatever. Dead to rights even. Then 100 snuck up on us suprisingly fast and we slowed appropriately. He rolled down his window and asked me how I liked my marauder. I told him I liked my Crown Victoria Sport just fine, and that if it had been a marauder, it probably would have been a bit more decisive ;). He was floored that it was just a "regular crown vic." We pulled up to the light, and I made him feel a bit better when I told him my mod list, his wasnt light either home plate delete, cold air, long tube headers, flowmaster exhaust, a worked tranny, the control arms, and a chip. I told him I loved his car ( and I really did) and I tried to convince him to go out to bithlo with us, but he had a family waiting for him apparently hehe. So he turned off, and my friend caught up, laughed since he saw the whole thing, and we headed off to bithlo where i met a couple of awesome guys and continued to have a blast.
Got Panther?
P.S. I promise, I will have a marauder soon, and I will have crazy marauder stories, untill then, this is as close as I can get. Hope you enjoy.
Lightningvic