What was your finest wingcar moment?

[nvrbdn]

cool pic's.

[XS29LA47V21]

You can call my mother and verify this as true. 

We were on our way to the WW meet in Indiana on the turnpike.  It was around midnight and I was hustling along in the B5 car.  We were tired and wanted to get across the state to be at Nichol's Garage the next morning.  I'm in the left lane, about to pass a truck, and I glance in the rear view mirror.  It's a big Ford, and I don't know if it's a cop or not...I decided to pass the semi (was doing 75+, now doing 85+ to get around the truck.)  I get into the right lane and sure enough it's a state trooper.  I'm nervous as hell, and he's RIGHT off of my bumper JUST like when they're running plates.  What seems like an eternity later he pulls level with us and glares over.  He picks up his radio mike and says, "nice car."  With relief and a little bewilderment I beep and wave.  He keys the mike again and says, "you can run it if you want to."  I look over at mom and neither of us knows what to say.  I beep and wave again.  He picks up the mike, and louder, slower and more forcefully, says, "you..can..run..it..if..you..want..to."  I beep, drop into second (we're doing 50 and holding up traffic) and take off.  He gives chase, but a Crown Vic won't take a 'bird.  I shift into drive and keep going until mom starts hitting me as we're passing 120.  The cop finally catches back up, smiles like a madman, hits the lights and sirens and takes off. 

That is funny, I admire your willingness in the moment, cool story.

[NYCMille]

I've actually got two...

[Charger_Dart]

I built up many great memories when I owned my Superbird, but probably the finest moment was years after my bird & I parted ways.

I was at the Mopar Nationals several years ago with my current Gold Charger and ran into a old friend there. He had his 426 Hemi Superbird at the show in the fun field. We were both about to leave the show when Lee turns around and asks if he could drive my Charger. He mentions he wanted to see what it was like to drive it. I think about it for a second and he tosses me the keys to his bird and says how about we switch cars back to the hotel? I have this real stupid look on my face in disbelief and he says  - It's Just A Car. The wife & I jump in the bird and had a blast driving it back to the hotel - Fastest trip we have ever made from the show to the hotel; ever!
Something I will never forget.
   

[Aero426]

I built up many great memories when I owned my Superbird, but probably the finest moment was years after my bird & I parted ways.

I was at the Mopar Nationals several years ago with my current Gold Charger and ran into a old friend there. He had his 426 Hemi Superbird at the show in the fun field. We were both about to leave the show when Lee turns around and asks if he could drive my Charger. He mentions he wanted to see what it was like to drive it. I think about it for a second and he tosses me the keys to his bird and says how about we switch cars back to the hotel? I have this real stupid look on my face in disbelief and he says  - It's Just A Car. The wife & I jump in the bird and had a blast driving it back to the hotel - Fastest trip we have ever made from the show to the hotel; ever!
Something I will never forget.
   

Must have been a green Bird. 

[moparstuart]

I built up many great memories when I owned my Superbird, but probably the finest moment was years after my bird & I parted ways.

I was at the Mopar Nationals several years ago with my current Gold Charger and ran into a old friend there. He had his 426 Hemi Superbird at the show in the fun field. We were both about to leave the show when Lee turns around and asks if he could drive my Charger. He mentions he wanted to see what it was like to drive it. I think about it for a second and he tosses me the keys to his bird and says how about we switch cars back to the hotel? I have this real stupid look on my face in disbelief and he says  - It's Just A Car. The wife & I jump in the bird and had a blast driving it back to the hotel - Fastest trip we have ever made from the show to the hotel; ever!
Something I will never forget.
   

Must have been a green Bird. 

[Dave Kanofsky]

He had his 426 Hemi Superbird at the show in the fun field...Lee ... says ... It's Just A Car...  

Must have been a green Bird.  

Likely with the trunklid removed and people piled in going down Brice Rd...

[Dave Kanofsky]

at the corner of North Ave. & 76th Court in Elmwood Park,  IL right down the block from Johnnies Beef. 

Best beef and sausage combo in the galaxy!  Be sure to get the large Italian ice (and request "no cap")!

[Dave Kanofsky]

-letting other people drive--

I know, I offered to valet park it once!

[pettybird]

Other people drive?  my favorite story there was my friend Gilles from Quebec.  We were at the 'nats on Bryce and he was with a friend.  Mom offered him the chance to drive the car, with me riding in the back/  We left her to spectate and he went up and down Bryce, and then turned off the street at the gas stations at the end of the "hot" section.  I was in the back seat as the two up front were silent and enjoying the cruise.  About 10 minutes later I suggested we go back...Gilles woke from his trance, apologized and we went back to my bemused mother.  She wasn't worried...she still chuckles about it.

The other good story was when we went back to Martinsville IN to reunite the B5 car with its previous owner, Danny.  He hadn't seen it since 1975, and of course we offered to let him take it out.  Mom stayed behind with my nephew and Danny's son.  I figured we'd blast up and down the road, beep the horn a few times...but no.  He more or less took me hostage.  I met his best friend, stopped by the police station, stopped by the sheriff's station (he's a volunteer,) saw a few more people--we were gone WELL over an hour.  He bought us a tank of gas for the trouble, and I know he really appreciated it.  Again, there was mom left to wonder where her car went.  Me?  My whereabouts were not so important 

[pettybird]

That is funny, I admire your willingness in the moment, cool story.

Wing car rule #1:  You can get away with just about anything.
Wing car rule #2:  You can get away with just about anything.  

No other rules need apply.   Also, I'm a product of my father, and as such also believe in asking for forgiveness over permission.  Another disciple of that philosophy is Mike Svec.  We go on tours with the meets under the motto of "if they didn't want you in there, they wouldn't have bothered installing a door."

[marty42]

It may have been when I first saw a winged car.  My husband came home from work and told me he had found the car of his dreams.  (I was amazed since he loved his 72 Roadrunner B5 with a black roof)  He said it was a roadrunner just like he already had but was two years older.  He had put a second mortgage on the house and we were to pick it up on Friday.  We bought it from a collector of vintage fire engines so tucked between the gold script, chrome and red was a huge blue wing.  I nearly dropped my infant son!  It was so ________ ( I came from a conservative Chevy family).  But Rick was so excited I could only be gracious and admire his find - a petty blue 440 4sp.  The next day I put cotton balls in baby Doug's ears and went drag racing with him.  Rick was thrilled.  (Three months later he went to a sheriff's auction in Indianapolis to see who was going to buy a B5 automatic.  He came home and announced that Household Finance would be over at 8 am to assess the furniture so he could pay for the car.  That was scary!)
     We were stopped several times so police could 'look under the hood', and in Michigan Rick got a ticket for drag racing on city streets.  But those were his stories.  When he died, I kept the cars.  He loved them so much I couldn't part with them and they weren't worth very much.  They certainly would not have paid his medical bills. 
     On a trip to a National meet in Tennessee, I was headed down a mountain of straight road with just a few truckers in the B5.  The road was so straight and clear - well, I just opened it up.  It flew!  It felt wonderful!  Then we heard on the CB truckers calling a smokey for a flying blue car. I luckily found an interchange and pulled into a McDonald's, hiding the car behind a billboard.  The kids had happy meals while the police drove up and down looking for me.  Those truckers!
     Other great moments were with the wonderful people I have met and all the places those cars have taken me.  I drove Doug to preschool and kindergarten in that  B5.  We camped and went off-road,through streams and over hills to primitive campgrounds because the car had such a huge trunk.  (Once we were near a tornado and had to tie the tent to the wing to keep it from blowing away.  In the morning I used the wing and tent poles to hang laundry to dry out our clothes.  The car was draped with sleeping bags.  Wish I could find the pictures.  We had lines of winged cars at the Ann Arbor meets, causing cars on the opposite side of the interstate to pull off to take pictures.  Even coming home from Indianapolis this summer, cars and trucks drove on the rumble strips trying to photograph us with their cell phones.  I have great friends and toured unusual businesses through the club meets.  (The pickle factory?  Steel Mill?  Wow!)  I consider myself part of an immense family related to each other by automobiles.  Sometimes in my life they have been better than my family.  How about the early meets when a trunk of beer and a few owners guarded our cars through the night at the motels.  (Well, that's what they said they were doing out there all night.)  I still talk to Terri Anderson who sold her car years ago.  And Joyce and others who still have theirs.  A lesson I learned from a few fellow owners who, the minute after selling their wing, wanted nothing in the world but that wing back.  I guess that is why I still have mine. 
    I met Mike Ross of B E & A at a convenience store.  He was in the parking lot and, after assuring him that I was the car's owner, told me to follow him to his house because my dash pad was cracked and he would give me a better one.  I was uncertain.  But he assured me his intentions were to only give me a dash pad, so I followed him home.  Guys, those pick-up lines don't work with everyone.  The sad fact is that Doug did not put the pad on the dash for years, and Mike yelled at him every time he saw us.  What a guy!  It's on there now!  Thanks.
     My first Daytona was a rusty one from Quebec (see Canadian carsinbarns pages 25 and 79 - no wing, nose, ...)  When I took it to a Dodge dealership to have the title verified, a former salesman happened to be there.  He was ill and 'rheumy'.  He took one look at the car and began crying.  As tears flowed he told me the dealership had once had an orange Daytona.  I hugged him.
   I guess another funny story was when I bought Mike Svec's Marty Robbins clone (to complete the Daytona).  As I drove it home on the interstate, a handsome man rolled down his window and asked if it was my car.  When I said it was, he told me he would marry me for it.  I knew I would drive the car as Marty for a while.  And I am glad I did.  Doug put a  5.7 hemi in it and it just roars!
     I have a great many memories and these are just a few. 
     

[nvrbdn]

great stories.