So here's the layout, my dad owns a row of 7 small warehouses, rents out 5 and half of one, we work in the last one and have the back half of the 6th for storage. This entire row "Gasoline Alley" is full of car guys, us and one other mopar guy, a couple bowtie guys and a ford nut. One of the chevy guys likes to run his mouth, he's got an 80's camaro with a 350, big cam, 5spd, etc which he swears for the last two years now will kick my Duster's ***, okay I don't consider my car fast at mid-high 13's, but for kicks everytime we go to the track we invite him, I should out run him, I got mean lights. It's always the same story, can't go cause of this or that or the cars not right or oh I don't have tires. . . Fine then STFU! About a year ago he starts building this tubbed big block 84 monte and built his ego and jaw muscles at the same time! It's got an iron headed 468 with 11:1s and a frickin 16.5 slick under it, its got way more tubing then it needs, ladder bars and a 9". it's also got full interior and he has plans of a sound system. . . in his "race car" wtf. So last night we've got our low 10 second 71 Dart drag car fired up to turn it around and back it into the shop, guess who comes walking down the driveway, the mouth. Right away it's Oh when I finish mine we'll have to go to the track, I should run right with this thing, it'll be good. This is where my old man loses it, "you've never been down a fu*#in drag strip, you've tried to play around on the street in your small fry camaro, your so called drag car would be lucky to get into the 11's" he tries to argue and defend himself but it's pointless "don't come back here with your mouth, bring your car and meet me at the track, bring cash too if you'd like kid, if your feelin froggy JUMP!" he tells us he's got his car running now, "great wanna get walked?" we go listen to it, well, anythings loud on open exhaust. Sorry for the length, had to rant a little, can't wait til we go to the track and "The Mouth" finally brings it. feel free to comment folks :toothy10:
