Your Mopar Stories.

[cudaken]

 Here is my idea about this thread. I am not looking for racing and victory stories but the real tales we have about our Mopars. We have all have had our embarrassing, funny and moments of Grander. Have lived with my 68 Road Runner Miss Lumpy for 40 years now I have my fair share!  

OK, a funny one.

Time Frame is around 1987 when the Super Shop Speed Shops where still open. I lived in Indianapolis at the time and cruised Madison Ave on Saturday nights. Miss Lumpy was something then!

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Had the nasty 426 Maxie under the hood, just about everything chromed plated or polished, Stainless Steel Hoses, fresh interior and well a interesting paint job?      

A friend named Mike and I hit the streets. Super Shop would let the cruisers hang out in the parking lot after they closed. Mike and I parked Miss Lumpy with the windows down and the hood up. We went to look at the other cars hanging out in the parking lot. With most cruises there was a lot of young folk on Madison Ave and some where hanging out in the parking lot with us.

As we where walking around IPD showed up, block the entrances and exit of the parking lot and started searching the kids cars with dogs. Mike and I where not worried, neither of us had been drink, smoking anything funny (I never did) and I was 28 or so.  

Polices never even approached us while they where handcuffing some of the kids. We started back to my car and it seemed there was a fair sizes crowed around the Road Runner. I did not think anything of it, she was in darn good shape and had a good repetition on Madison Ave as a nasty Mopar!   Funny story in it's own right I will post about that later

Polices started to let people leave so Mike and I decided to go back to my house and Jam some, we where in the same band. We where all so going to stop and pick up some Cam 2 (Beer for folks that don't know me) on the way home. When we came to the first stop light we heard clanking sounds and then stuff started hitting our feet, what the F%$k is that? I turned on the dome light and we looked down! To our surprise there was 40 cans of beer rolling around on my floor board!    

Seems the underage folk where dumping there beer in Miss Lumpy before the Cops caught them with it!   Mike and I busted out laughing, started picking up the beers and headed home! Free Cam 2 is the Best!  

Cuda Ken, remembering way back when.  

[F8-4life]

Great story, makes me jealous being born in '89.
I always enjoy back in the day tales, with some imagination it can be fun hearing them.
I can only wish that I was apart of that generation..

[rt green]

ha!

[Road Dog]

Back around 1980 or so I did pool maintenance and was a Lifeguard as well. I would drive the Charger 30 miles into town and pick up big cannisters of chemicals for the pools load them up in the trunk. Some were tall so I couldn't shut the lid. While I was at the pool I would park the Charger just outside the fence. The girls knew my car and acted like they were messing with it just to get a rise out of me. One time I looked over at the car and a Bikini clad girl was dancing on the cars roof  I went out  to the car and got her off there. Good news is there was no dents. I was a little ticked off though. In hind sight she did look good up there.

[Joshua]

Ah....Super Shops....thats where I'd go to have my nitrous bottles filled before a night out of street racing....ah what mischievous fun that was. Beer.....girls....running from the law....etc....

[Finn]

A couple of years ago, just after buying my charger, I was out driving it around the neighborhood. I was 17 at the time and had been periodically driving it all day, feeling like a total badass. It was a complete dog and in retrospect I'm surprised it moved under its own power at all, but it was my first project car and I was estatic. Anyhow, it runs out of gas two streets away from my house. Little did I know but this would become a trend. Now, the wonderful thing about being a teenage boy in my neighborhood is that one of the local highschool's female cross country team uses it as part of their route everyday. So naturally, the charger decided to quit running right as they come bouncing by. I made it half way out the window (doors didn't work) before the "nice car" comments and giggles started coming. The comments and giggles continued as I pushed it to the side of the road. That was start of my love/hate relationship with my charger.

[Dino]

A couple of years ago, just after buying my charger, I was out driving it around the neighborhood. I was 17 at the time and had been periodically driving it all day, feeling like a total badass. It was a complete dog and in retrospect I'm surprised it moved under its own power at all, but it was my first project car and I was estatic. Anyhow, it runs out of gas two streets away from my house. Little did I know but this would become a trend. Now, the wonderful thing about being a teenage boy in my neighborhood is that one of the local highschool's female cross country team uses it as part of their route everyday. So naturally, the charger decided to quit running right as they come bouncing by. I made it half way out the window (doors didn't work) before the "nice car" comments and giggles started coming. The comments and giggles continued as I pushed it to the side of the road. That was start of my love/hate relationship with my charger.

They came bouncing by huh?  Next time have a camera in the car.   

When my car died while stuck in traffic two summers ago (loose wire that was a quick fix) I got out and started pushing it towards the side so others could crawl by and some guy behind me drove around me (real close) while I was pushing it, even getting in the way of oncoming traffic which was not blocked.  So I gave him my opinion on what a nice guy he was.  All of a sudden I hear a voice behind me saying some people will never learn.  I turn around and there's half the football team that just played, coming over to help me push the car to the side.  Another driver coming the other way pulled over and asked if I needed anything.

As much as I hate breaking down, this was a very nice way of doing it!  It's good to see people doing the right thing from time to time.

[mauve66]

A couple of years ago, just after buying my charger, I was out driving it around the neighborhood. I was 17 at the time and had been periodically driving it all day, feeling like a total badass. It was a complete dog and in retrospect I'm surprised it moved under its own power at all, but it was my first project car and I was estatic. Anyhow, it runs out of gas two streets away from my house. Little did I know but this would become a trend. Now, the wonderful thing about being a teenage boy in my neighborhood is that one of the local highschool's female cross country team uses it as part of their route everyday. So naturally, the charger decided to quit running right as they come bouncing by. I made it half way out the window (doors didn't work) before the "nice car" comments and giggles started coming. The comments and giggles continued as I pushed it to the side of the road. That was start of my love/hate relationship with my charger.

They came bouncing by huh?  Next time have a camera in the car.   

When my car died while stuck in traffic two summers ago (loose wire that was a quick fix) I got out and started pushing it towards the side so others could crawl by and some guy behind me drove around me (real close) while I was pushing it, even getting in the way of oncoming traffic which was not blocked.  So I gave him my opinion on what a nice guy he was.  All of a sudden I hear a voice behind me saying some people will never learn.  I turn around and there's half the football team that just played, coming over to help me push the car to the side.  Another driver coming the other way pulled over and asked if I needed anything.

As much as I hate breaking down, this was a very nice way of doing it!  It's good to see people doing the right thing from time to time.

Finn is an artist with a camera these days

[cudaken]

 My turn again.

One night when I was cruising Madison Ave I spotted a New 1987 Z-28 about say 2 blocks in front of me. Every time the light went green he would spin the tires and chirp 2nd gear. Hum, seems the Z driver wants to play!   I will go play with him!   On the side of the Road Runner there was a decal that said Z-Eater.  

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Caught up to the Z with in the next 2 lights! Car was full of Kids, must have the keys to Dad's (could have been Mom's) shinny new Z-28!  

Kid started revving the Z Motor. I just let Miss Lumpy Idle Like A Can Full Of Rocks. Kid in the back seat leaned out of the passenger side of the Z (I was on its right side) and cocked his head a little and listen!

It looks over at me and yelled Mister, my friend has no idea what you are getting ready to do to him! He is stupid!   Then the light went green and the Z-28 moved off at a nice slow rate!  

Boy back then the New Bow Tie and Blue Oval Team where easy kills!   Well, give me a year or so and they will be again!  

Cuda Ken

[ws23rt]

That is the best kind of mopar story I've heard  in a long time.   No race needed

[JB400]

You don't have to worry about the Camaro's and Mustangs anymore.  All the youngsters are in imports

[garner7555]

Better watch out if they are in a new camaro or mustang though, 300+HP from the V6 models and 400+HP from the V8 versions. They weigh a fraction of what our cars do, and with traction control they don't even have to be the best drivers.   

[cudaken]

Better watch out if they are in a new camaro or mustang though, 300+HP from the V6 models and 400+HP from the V8 versions. They weigh a fraction of what our cars do, and with traction control they don't even have to be the best drivers.   

Yea, I know. That is why I said in a year or so. Seems today you have to be in the 12's to play with the new cars.

Cuda Ken

[Road Dog]

Back in the early 80's I met my wife. We were still dating and I came to town for a Dentist appointment and first went to pick her up. I wasn't so sure how long it would take so I tossed her the keys to the Charger and let her drive it to her Mom's house while I was at my appointment. After my appointment was over I went to the parking lot and there was no Charger. I sat on the curb debating if it was a mistake letting her drive it since she had never been behind the wheel. About 15 minutes passed and I saw my car coming towards me in the parking lot. The weird thing was there was no driver. I looked real close and between the steering wheel and the dash I could just make out the top of her head. I gave her a hard time about it and got her a booster seat.  

[cudaken]

Road Dog, I like that one!

OK, my wife driving my Road Runner.  

When I meet Sue I was only 17 and the Road Runner was stock as a Rock.

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My soon to be wife was 5 years older than me, she was 22!

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While the picture is small of her, well couple of things are not!   Easy to see why a 17 year old guy fell for her!

Only problem was, she was legally married till her finally paper work went thought the court system. I all so had to add that while her X and I did not really know each other we had meet. He was all so a car guy with a 67 Comet with a 428 SCJ in it.

Sue and I where out at a Target shopping and I became very sick and could not drive. So Sue took the wheel, what could go wrong? Mom drove the Road Runner till I got it when I was 17!  

On the way home we came to a 4 way stop. Guess who was sitting on the Left side going straight? Yep, her Husband! Only thing Sue really knew about cars where engines sizes. Her 69 Delta 88 2 door had a 455 where my 68 Road Runner had a mere 383.Well she did not want her soon to be X see us together so she used her girl logic.  

She was thinking OK, my car has a bigger engine, and I can push the gas pedal 3/4 of the way down and go fast. So with this car having a smaller engine I need to push it all the way to the floor to go fast!  

Yep you guessed it! :smilielol:She lite the hides all the way across the intersection, like her Husband would not take note!  

Luckily her husband did not notices us till the Road Runner was smoking the tires and did not look to see who was driving. All he said to me the next time are path crossed was "Nice Burn Out".  

Cuda Ken

[cudaken]

OK folks, surely I am not the only person here with stories?  I don't want this thread just to be all of my war stories!

Ken

[ws23rt]

I have many but you led with some good ones    
My 69 super bee 383 4sp and I needed to go to San Francisco one time to meet up with some friends.
My gf and I left Portland Or. at around midnight and were crossing the bay bridge at around 6am (sun up I recall).
Driving in the middle of the night on interstate 5 gave me the road almost to myself at that time.
115mph was the speed that I settled on (3-23 rear) and since gas stops were a real need I would look for one at the one half tank mark.
The best recall was seven stops for gas.   Also when slowing down for an exit to get fuel 75mph seemed like 35mph

That old 383 just hummed at 115.   I looked up the miles one time and guessed my avg speed to be around 95mph.   
Btw in the whole round trip I needed 1/2 qt oil to top it off. 

[Lord Warlock]

Back in my sr year in HS, was hanging out at the pizza joint at the local mall parking lot late friday night (its on the outskirts of the outer edge of the parking lot) around 11pm, they turned the lights off in the parking lot, as i left the pizza joint, went around the back of the mall and was cutting across the back parking lot, accelerating briskly trying to show off to a new friend who moved into town recently,  we had a six pack of champale (similar to a wine cooler in the 70s) with two open bottles in the car, although i wasn't drinking while driving, i had been drinking while bench racing in the parking lot,  anyway, I saw a carload of girls cut across the parking lot and was doing the same to catch up, at about 60mph all of a sudden I notice my headlights lighting up a white line in front of me, took a moment to realize what i was looking at...it was a curb that I didn't know was there,  time slowed down and I had all the time in the world to decide what to do,  there was no way to stop quick enough, I knew i was going to go over a curb, so i starting pumping the brakes hard, got two good pumps then hit the curb doing about 30mph, the car launched into the air similar to a dukes of hazzard tv show, hit it so hard that we were looking at stars for a moment, tlll the back wheels hit and the nose instantly returned to earth, slamming to the ground hard enough to rattle the teeth, and bang our heads on the roof of the car.  Then to my horror, I see a second curb in front of me (couldn't see it while looking at the stars) the nose started to bounce up from inertia and squashed shocks, then slammed the 2nd curb doing about 15mph, and promptly did a repeat of the first curb, I didn't even feel the back wheels hit the 2nd curb, felt like it hopped right over the 2nd. 

As the car came to a bouncing stop on the other side of the 2nd curb, me and my friend are in shock, that we not only survived, but the car was still running.  We look at each other, and notice the whole interior is dripping pink champale,  I look to my left, and there is a car sitting there, with about 5 kids standing around talking, and watching the spectacle (and laughing hysterically).  I open the door, and peek under the car, expecting parts of the undercarriage to be dangling in pieces, nothing wrong that i can see, again shocked.  the front end was a little out of alignment, with the steering wheel looking to be about 45 degrees off normal, but i know that wasn't that expensive to fix.  I carefully drive my friend home and drop him off, then go home, and sleep off the episode.   

I continued to drive the car for another week with the suspension a bit whacked, thinking its just the alignment, but it seemed to drive straight and true even if the steering wheel was off quite a bit (stupid high school kid) The following Friday, me and my friends drive to an away football game about 20 miles out of town and back, nothing exciting happens this weekend,  the next morning my dad sees me getting up, and tells me to come with him,  and he walks me out to the driveway, and he points out that the wheels in front are sitting at a visible angle with the bottom splayed out and the tops close in /---\  and promptly tells me not to drive the car till i can get i to a shop and get it repaired.  I also notice that the tires have worn out the inner tread to the chord while the outer tread looked almost new.  Its saturday morning, I take it to the local alignment and wheel shop and the mechanic comes back with the bad news...every bushing in the front end was squashed flat, and one of them went thru the frame of the car,  in addition the alignment is wayyyyyy out of tolerance and can't be fixed till the rest of the suspension is repaired.  Ended up leaving the car with him a week,  and the guy did a great job fixing my stupidity, put all new bushings in, fixed the one in the frame rail, pointed out that the sway bar bracket on the left side is just gone, the rubber piece is still on, but the metal around it wasn't there anymore,  not even the piece that bolts to the k member.  I spent about 200.00 getting the suspension work fixed, then had to spend another 100 on new front tires as the old ones weren't safe to drive on anymore.  I drove it without the drivers side sway bar bracket for another year or so, it just leaned a bit more turning left than it did turning right.  Eventually i got a salvage yard sway bar and replaced it myself. 

It was an expensive lesson for a 17 year old earning a whopping 2.40 an hour minimum wage job and delivering papers every morning and afternoon.  Learned not to cut across parking lots unless I absolutely knew what was there, and even then, I never went more than about 25mph in mall parking lots afterwards.  Several months later, one of my other friends managed to repeat my feat of stupidity on the other side of the parking lot, running over 1 curb.  The caveat to the situation was that I knew my suspension was totally redone and the car handled quite well once i fixed the sway bar.  To this day i still can't figure out which bushing went into the frame, I can't find any holes that didn't look like they were factory.   The car evidently forgave my ignorance and stayed with me for the next 35 years, and today is enjoying a rebuild of the rest of the car,  the suspension of course will get a thorough look over, and will get every grease seal replaced,  I did end up replacing the front valence panel which sustained a minor dent on once side, and still have it in the shed as a reminder of my youthful folly.  Doesn't matter how good a driver you think you are, when you're 17, you are in essence a moron driver and none of them can be trusted.  Now i have a 17 year old daughter in High school, and a 22 year old about to graduate college, they may have had a minor incident, but nothing to match what I managed to do to myself and my car in the fall of 78. 

[mauve66]

other than stealing a car for 2 days when i was 17, my RR i got when i was 18 was the only car i had every driven, incidentally, some basic driving maneuvers were learned the hard way.  needless to say i learned alot my first 2-3 years driving about feeling what the car is doing and anticipating what to do next with the wheel and pedals make that pedal, brakes are for people that don't have control, haha, and now i intentionally slide whatever i'm driving just to make the wife mad and the kids eyes go wide.  Problem with that is he's watching what i'm doing and learning to do it himself in a 2012 300+hp Camaro (i don't remember my Dad every driving this way with me, just fast in a straight line).  Problem is he lives in a big city where they frown on such behavior.

when you buy a car that burns oil, pay attention to the oil, you know it burns oil 'cause your Dad told you not to buy it 'cause the motor burns oil and the neighbors thank you for the mosquito killer.  SOOOOOO, you KNOW the car burns oil so you BUY a case of oil and put it in the trunk (P.S. the TRUNK doesn't burn oil).  After driving your new status symbol every day and night for a week you suddenly heard this metallic sound from the area in front of the windshield.  after you figure out how to open the thing with the cool POWER BULGE in the middle of it, your buddies (4-5 of them packed in your status symbol 'cause they didn't have a car) say "maybe it needs oil?). Perfect, i've got a case of it in the trunk, so we get the oil out and start pouring it into the valve cover. What's that sound?? Sounds like the oil is dropping into an EMPTY oil pan............ uhhhh, i hope it'll be ok (we're 10+ miles from home on a dark, empty 2-lane blacktop).  so after we put in 6 quarts (extra insurance if i remember right........... :icon_smile_disapprove:) we pile back into the car and start her up.  We didn't drop some metal tool into the motor did we?? Sure sounded like a metal (remember those?) garbage can full of tin cans rolling around but hey, the oil pressure gauge (yes, there was an OIL PRESSURE GAUGE RIGHT IN THE DASH) says everything is ok so maybe it'll just take a little time to lube things up again.  By the time i dropped everyone off and got home "things hadn't lubed up" at all.  so i shut her off and coasted down the hill into the driveway. the next morning i figured i better find out what was wrong, i mean, i needed that car for the next nights outing ya' know.  as soon as it started my Dad closed the hood (that's what he called it ) and said "Hope you like riding the bus to school". At $4 per hr i wasn't saving for a motor very quickly, oh yeah, school, my JR year, started the next  week

During the next year i got to wreck drive my dads 69 impala. it had a 350 with a 4 bbl, aluminum slots, 2 tone paint- blue quarters and a white hood roof and trunk, we called it the skunk car.  one night rat-racing around town, we took a corner a little too fast and since the guy next to me was leaned all over me (idiot didn't wear a seatbelt................ ) by the time i got to correct the wheel we were getting really close to a car on the left side of the road soooooo after over-correcting we were headed straight for a pickup trk.  By this time i had developed lightning reflexes so i whipped the wheel back left just barely nicking the edge of the front bumper on the pickup, alright alright, maybe that's not the ENTIRE truth. OKAY OKAY!!!! as i whipped the wheel back to the left i was just a little off on my depth perception and we torn through the left fender of the pickup and RIPPED the bumper clean off.......... oh yeah....... and the damn car stalled........ lights come on in the house and my buddies are screaming at me to "get the damn SKUNK started".  Did i mention that this old part of town had gravel roads, small gravel, like less than 3/8ths with lots of fines mixed in. so in the middle of this cloud of dust we got the Skunk started and tore out of there.  If it had been a regular paved street we would have been identified for sure.  Of course if it had been a paved strret we wouldn't have probably wouldn't have been in that scrape anyway, so i blame the city fathers on this one...............  the next morning i told my Dad that i had hit a fire hydrant backing out of someones driveway........ he let it go but never let me drive his cars again................

a year later i finally got a used motor  to put back in the RR

cranking the wheel all the way right at a traffic light in the rain will put you facing the way you came in the middle of the intersection very quickly, it doesn't help when you live in the country and the farmer sitting at the other light knows who you are AND who your Dad is......................

driving on a crowned 2 lane road in the rain with an S-curve is okay if you've got decent tires and more brains than right foot, well......... we went into the right ditch then into the left ditch then into the recently planted corn field on the other side of the left ditch.  luckily it had just started to rain and we didn't get stuck, just took awhile to drive across the field to the gate.  the 2 guys with me got a little banged up (who wore seatbelts back then??) but i was fine........ i guess having my left foot braced against the flat spot by the dimmer light AND the right foot firmly planted on the gas pedal contributed to my being un-injured..........  the car survived that one, and nobody tattled on that one

at the end of small country towns the paved roads turn to gravel to go out into the country where the farmers live. when your rat-racing in town and come to the edge of the pavement at about 60+ and some engineering idiot puts a S-turn in the gravel road your not going to make it unless you have 4 wheel drive.............. good thing my friends worked for farmers with tractors and chains...........

railroad grades on 2 lane country roads were rarely level where i lived, a RR may be a flightless bird but that never stopped me from trying.......... car survived those also

staying up 48 hrs because of a girl is pretty stupid.  fell asleep on the way home, woke up bouncing through  the left hand ditch, jerked the wheel right and ended up back on the highway IN MY LANE FACING THE RIGHT DIRECTION (yeah!!!!) but the right front wheel was under the right frame rail.  must of hit a big rock or something.  looked back at the ditch and noticed i just missed the farmers mail box and driveway which had a concrete culvert under it that i would of ran head on into if i had stayed in the ditch. first things first: heave the half empty bottle of JD out into the corn field to my right, second: turn on the 4-way flashers, third:start walking home 4-8 miles (if i had been thinking i might have woke up the farmer to see if he would pull the car into his driveway but.......... i just wanted to get away from the evidence), got home and just went to bed (not used to walking so far, thought, HEY, i'll just get it in the morning) well, morning came and so did the highway patrol, luckily my Dad knew him so no ticket, they just towed the car AWAY from my house 16+ miles to a junk yard (told me it was totaled, bastards).  oh yeah, school, my SR year started the next week..........  

[cudaken]

Thanks 66 for the stories.

Let see.  OK, how I got my 68 Road Runner.

My step Dad was a hard core gear head, but had some bad luck. Rolled his Supercharged T-Bird and has a metal plate in his head. He swore I would never get the Road Runner!

So my first car, he bought the slowest car he could find! Car was painted Plum Crazy so that was cool, but it was 1963 VW Bug? Yep, had a whole 39 HP motor, fiberglass rear fenders, and chrome Chevy wheels on the back with G 60 14 tires. Still a far cry from what I wanted! 

But I had wheels and I had a job! I started to read up on VW and boy you could do a lot with them! Bought a 1973 Block with dual port heads. Got a Empi 92 MM barrel and piston set, 82 mm Empi roller bearing crank, 69 302 Z 28 rods, TRW cam (speck are long forgotten) 39 mm and 44 mm valves, port work, Bosh Mag, dual Weber 40 mm down draft carbs, Weber lighten flywheel, racing clutch, Brute Headers and close ratio 3rd 4th gear and Hurst shifter.!

Well there went $1600.00 but boy! :2thumbs:She was quick out of the hole! I use to carry concert blocks in the trunk (remember it is in the front) to help keep the front end on the ground! 

Back in the day, there was a newly paved country road call Cherry Hill that was all but abandoned at night, but us kids. My moment of fame in the VW was the night I beat a 69 Tri-powered Goat. Now to be fair, the guy in the Goat was so busy laughing at me when he saw me pull up next to him, he dropped the clutch and smoked the tires when the flagman hit the flash light. That was all I needed, had him by 6 cars before he hooked up! 

You wonder, what does that Hot Rod VW have to do with getting the Road Runner? 

Well, with me being 17 and being able to yank the front wheels at will, I need a lot of front end work done and often! Used VW North in Carmel Ind. When I picked up the bug I would do a nasty burnout and all the mechanic's would drop what they where doing and watch! They knew the sound of the Plum Crazy Bug!

Well the Bug was in the shop again while I was at school. Dad happened to be on vacation and the dealership called and said the car was ready to be picked up! Well good old Dad decided to pick up the bug for me! Dad paid my bill (thanks Dad) and got the keys and headed out to the car. Services parking lot had a highway style guard rail around it and was right across from the main garage door. Bug was parked right next to the main drive, all Dad had to do was back up say 6 feet, cut the wheel hard to the right and off he could go!

Dad fire up the Bug and all the mechanics headed to the door to watch me lite the hides. Dad had never driven the Bug and lets just say the clutch pedal was real small, add that to the racing clutch it was a pain in the Chevy to drive! I was told later that Dad backed up, then found first and gave her a little gas. (Car idle at 1100 RPM's or so) and his foot slipped off the clutch at around 2000 RPM's! Front of the car went straight up, car went straight and he hung her on the Guard Rail of the parking lot! 

Services manager ran out to see if Dad was all right while the mechanics where laughing there ass off!  Dad said to Dan (Services manager) "what will you give me for the POS?" Dan said $500 and it was sold! Heck I had $1600 in the motor! 

I got home from school and walked into the living room and Dad was waiting for me! I started to say Hi Dad, but before I could get the Hi out Dad said I sold that fucking death trap VW and before you say another fucking word I letting you have the Road Runner! Hum  I thought, That Works For Me!  Took the keys with a shit eating grin on my faces. While the Bug was quicker, it was no where as cool as a 68 Road Runner! 

Mon and Dad still find it a little hard to believe I had not killed my self or the Road Runner after 40 years!

Cuda Ken 

[rt green]

 a buddy of mine and one of his friends were on I 35 going north to Minneapolis. doing about 65. small block. they came up on this big green Chrysler. 70 or 71.  the old dude driving it looked so old, to find anyone older you'd have to dig him up. he had this big business hat on. looked like Dick Tracy's grand father.  they were commenting  on how cherry the Chrysler was, and passed him laughing at his hat. they got way ahead of him and thought nothing of it. awhile passed. then my buddy happened to look up at at the mirror and here came the old dude. slowly passed them. they thought man, that old guy's in a hurry.  so, after a mile they floated past the old dude. a mile later, here came the old dude again. my buddy says "check out this old dude."  the old dude passed again. now if you've been following, the speed has gotten up around 80.  my buddy decided frick this shitte, and put it down. caught the old guy and passed him at about 110.  held it there for awhile till the old guy disappeared out of sight.  slowed to the 70mph speed limit.  yeah showed him.  awhile passed. then from the mirror was a spec. and it was floating. before you know it, a very large green missile of a Chrysler passed them like they were standing still. that  old dude must've been doing 120 plus. the old guy held on till he was out of site ahead. after that they were looking for cops or an ambulance or something totaled in the ditch.   nothing. never saw him again.      rt     

[nh_mopar_fan]

I was driving a 77 Road Runner up RT495 in Mass on a Friday night heading to Salisbury Beach with my buddy Mike. We each had a beer in our lap and this Duster decided to run with us.

I was doing about 100 in Amesbury and pulling away when out of nowhere, blue lights in my rear view.

Mike is freaking out. I hand him my beer and tell him to put both of them between his seat and the door.

The rest of the 6 pack is behind my seat but because my seat is all the way back and the rear seat is folded down, it's hidden from view.

Up walks this plain clothes cop. Tell me he is going on duty in Amesbury and did I know how fast I was going. I said, "80?"

He tell me that he was doing 80 and i passed him like I was pulling away from a light.

Proceeds to ask me if I knew what would happen if I rolled the car at that speed and what would happen to Mike since he didn;t even have a steering wheel to hold on to (as if it would matter)

Reads me the riot act. Asks me where I am going. I tell him we are heading for the beach.

He tells me to slow down and have a good night!

Someone was smiling down on me that night.

[Finn]

a RR may be a flightless bird but that never stopped me from trying..........

HAHAHAHA! Best quote of the thread thus far!!!

[cudaken]

Hey folks that's more like it!  I will post another one when I get home tonight from work.

Cuda Ken

[Lord Warlock]

Why can't off duty cops, stay off duty and not pull people over? my off duty cop story is just that, another story.  Maybe in a couple days.