When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
There's so many "older" guys running around here in their 2nd childhood Corvettes. It's so funny when I pull up alongside of them in my truck at a signal. First they roll up their windows. Then they try to ignore me. That's really hard to do when I burn rubber in their faces across the intersection through 2nd and 3rd gear. While steering into the torque steer. I had a talk once with one of those guys. He was actually scared of the power of his Corvette and was going to sell it. I told him you can never have too much power. He ignored me.
That is the saddest tale...If you can't drive it why buy it? Just don't get it.
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Jul 8, 2022 - 4:37pm
Coaxial wrote:
When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
There's so many "older" guys running around here in their 2nd childhood Corvettes.
It's so funny when I pull up alongside of them in my truck at a signal. First they roll up their windows. Then they try to ignore me. That's really hard to do when I burn rubber in their faces across the intersection through 2nd and 3rd gear. While steering into the torque steer.
I had a talk once with one of those guys. He was actually scared of the power of his Corvette and was going to sell it. I told him you can never have too much power.
He ignored me.
When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
Oh sweet memories of the boys I dated so long ago.
I had a Malibu SS 396 and a girlfriend that went all When Harry Met Sally when said engine was opened up. I miss one of those two things much more than the other.
When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
Oh sweet memories of the boys I dated so long ago.
I had a Malibu SS 396 and a girlfriend that went all When Harry Met Sally when said engine was opened up. I miss one of those two things much more than the other.
When my brother was in Viet Nam one of my jobs was to start his SS Impala with a 427 and open headers on it to keep the battery charged. I'd start it and listen to the radio really loud while it idled for about 10 minutes every week or so. Every pore in your body responded to the sound when those headers fired.That sound alone won more than one street race.
Oh sweet memories of the boys I dated so long ago.
Not when it was stock. lol but hey, it's still a free country...
Well, back when those Impalas were running around... so were 426 Hemi's. They would be able to chew on those 427's with ease.
He got back from Germany, bought the SS Impala, put 3 deuces on it, then the headers, and then it was off to Viet Nam and Fire Support Base Barbara. It was a hog for sure and you could watch the gas gauge slowly drop when it was running but it would sit your butt back against the buckets for sure.
Hola miami! A colleague of mine does the supercar tracks in Las Vegas (rent something crazy fast, drive on a closed course). It's spendy, but he says there's nothing like it.
hey friendo, hope all is well (yes i'd love to do this but like most folks it gets pushed back/discouraged)
i've noticed my other half tends to couch my adventurous side in reality in other news, scientists say they've discovered the tweak my adrenals (aka "hold my beer") gene and insurance actuaries are using it in their mortality tables you've probably noticed these risk adjusted questions on your life ins app sky and scuba diving which i've retired from, base jumping etc. as a teenager i heard a muscle car junkie say "speed only kills when you wipe out"
That sound alone won more than one street race. 
