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When I had a seriously fast car (about a thousand years ago when I was young and didn't have an adult's bills to pay) I learned the obvious: You will get the attention you attract. I didn't dare to commit a violation of any kind because my car was watched everywhere it went -- a burned out license plate lamp was all it took. I was often pulled over when there was no legitimate reason at all other than the gestapo wanting to reinforce the message that I was being watched.
I remember goofs running around all those years ago with mag wheels, big rear tires, air shocks to get the stinkbug look, Cherry Bombs, racing stripes, glue-on hood scoops, all the cool dude stickers (Keith Black Racing Engines was really popular sticker and worth a few million horsepower)... and an inline six. I'm reminded of those guys every time I read on here that someone wants to be unnecessarily loud for cheap. Knowhuddamean?
When I had a seriously fast car (about a thousand years ago when I was young and didn't have an adult's bills to pay) I learned the obvious: You will get the attention you attract. I didn't dare to commit a violation of any kind because my car was watched everywhere it went -- a burned out license plate lamp was all it took. I was often pulled over when there was no legitimate reason at all other than the gestapo wanting to reinforce the message that I was being watched.
I remember goofs running around all those years ago with mag wheels, big rear tires, air shocks to get the stinkbug look, Cherry Bombs, racing stripes, glue-on hood scoops, all the cool dude stickers (Keith Black Racing Engines was really popular sticker and worth a few million horsepower)... and an inline six. I'm reminded of those guys every time I read on here that someone wants to be unnecessarily loud for cheap. Knowhuddamean?
Unless built.
About the car? I've bragged on it before so I'll just hit the high points: It was a '68 Coronet 440, none of which ever actually came with a 440... but one would fit nicely. 
I rode home from the dealership with the original owner, a friend of my mother's, on the day she picked it up. I just fell in love with the thing and told her that when she sold it, I wanted it. She sold it to me in October of 1976. Then it ate all of my money and time, and would turn in low 10's which ain't half bad for a big streeter.

I rode home from the dealership with the original owner, a friend of my mother's, on the day she picked it up. I just fell in love with the thing and told her that when she sold it, I wanted it. She sold it to me in October of 1976. Then it ate all of my money and time, and would turn in low 10's which ain't half bad for a big streeter.
Those that I had went up in smoke in 1990 when a burglar lit the garage on fire after stealing my air tools. 
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