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You betcha! I got pics coming out of my ass...
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1977 Datsun B210. Best ET: 12.92@48mph 1/8 mile.
Paid two hundred bucks for it, found a loonie in it, and won a hundred and sixty eight bucks the night this pic was taken. I won street class in front of a huge crowd that was there for a big concert we were having after the races. Purchase price....thirty one dollars. Heehee.
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Here's me running Mikey Messy's truck.
He was out of town, and let me run it for the last event. I used to goon him about not being able to cut a light with it since the head and cam swap, but I found out it's not his driving that is the problem. It's the tranny. That thing wouldn't leave consistantly if John Force was driving. |
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Here is Michele's 1974 Nova.
Michele is the lovely wife of the gentleman that was giving us all the finger on the last page. She got into racing shortly after meeting Mark, and has become a feared competitor having taken the championship home with her in 1999. She cuts killer lights, and runs that car like a pro. Now it's in the Flat Broke Racing shop, and has a 454 between the fenders, and no paint. We'll have her done for this year...I hope.
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Cooling the 350 between rounds.
A stock 350/TH350 combo resided under the hood, and with 2.71:1 gears, made enough power to run low 15's any day of the week...well except Tuesday's, when it would run high 9's. Don't ask me... |
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Some more of that awesomely sharp 1974 Challenger.
Not only another good friend of mine, but also a past Street Champion, Rod has been getting that bitch all broken in and ran a 13.09 this year. That little 360 sure is making some power. |
And here it is, folks.
A Mopar performance 360 short block, with a pair of 340 X heads, a .508" cam, 10:1 slugs, M1 intake, 750 double and a few other goodies as well. Fuck, me and Rod have had some bad gas the last couple of nights. |
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Crikey!! She's a BEAUT!
This little Shiela is far quicker in the 1/4 mile that the Austrialian Assfucking Walabie...sounds cooler too.
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This is Rod's daily driver. 1999 Dakota R/T.
Even though a FORD LIGHTNING can KICK it's ASS (hee hee), I still like this little ride. Even when we almost get into a head on coming back from Lethbridge when a ramcharger appears out of fucking nowhere when we're passing some slow fudge packing fanny fucker.
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Holy fuck! I hope nobody runs over his hood!
Just a slight dig at somebodies wife who may or may not have accidently drove over the corner of Mark's hood when it was lying on the ground. Fun and games, folks. |
"Hey Mark...is it cold enough for ya, buddy?"
Fuck me with an apple tree, was it cold this night. Poor Michele busted a spider gear in her Nova while coming out of the water box. And seeing as she was in the running for the street championship, Mark and I faithfully braved the cold, and shoved another spider gear into her rear end, or the cars rear diff that is, and she was up and runnig the next day, where I took her out in the 1/4 finals. What a fucking prick I am. But she still won the championship, cuz I took out the #2 guy in the final!! |
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Look at them pearly whites.
Now, is Mark smiling...or did he just find his missing screwdriver when he sat on the edge of that seat??? |
Here you go, kids.
A guy once said to Mike R. that there was no way you could fit a 500cid Cadillac engine into a pinto. Was he fucken wrong. Mike built this out of spite. That's the only reason. It ran and drove too kids. It spun the tires for about 100 feet and ran 8.40's in the 1/8 mile. |
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This car was FUGLY. Fucking Ugly!
But it sure made people look at us like we were all a bunch of fucken meatheads...just the way we like it! |
Never give a woman a 30 ton machine to pilot.
Ha ha! Just kiddin', Ma! This is my Mom at work. She climbs up on this monster, and drives the fuck out of it every day during the fair weather months. (May-December) She loves being on the road.
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