[Fernando Coelho]

For me there were two events that stand out the most. One was with an ’85 Trans-Am and the other with a ’99 Corvette. The Trans-Am was Maroon with a 305 cu in engine with tuned port fuel injection. At the time it’s 205 hp rating was a big deal. Today our SUV has more hp. On one memorable occasion I was heading down a major highway on the way to work when I spotted what appeared to be a ’73 or ’74 white Trans-Am ahead of me. Man, could it be? Could it have that rare 455SD engine? Curiosity got the best of me so I tried to get a better view. The driver of the other T/A thought I wanted to race him so he also began to speed up. By the time I broke the distance to maybe three or four car lengths we were both doing well over a hundred. That is when we spotted the police officer parked on the side of the road. At that moment we both hit our brakes hard. The guy in the other Trans-Am did it a little too hard. He locked them up and sent up a large cloud of white smoke. Enough smoke to cover the police car as we passed it by. My heart was now lodged in my throat. Not wanting to stick around I floored it again. Shortly ahead the highway forked. The white T/A went one way I went the other. I never did find out if it was a Super Duty 455.

The other event was with the Corvette. It was a hatchback in pewter with 345 hp and a 6-speed. I drove it in all kinds of weather, including snow with no problems. On this particular day the weather was beautiful. Winter was finally over and all the nice cars were coming out. I was sitting at a traffic light waiting to turn onto the main road in town. Plan was to head over to the post office, check the mail and then go in to work. I couldn’t figure out why the drivers in the cars passing me were looking at me and then behind me. When I looked up in the rear view mirror there was a Viper GTS sitting there. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun! When the light turned green we both went south onto this main road to another traffic light. I was in the left lane and he was in the right. He smiled, I smiled and then I revved up the engine. When the light turned green I did one of the best shifting jobs ever. Unfortunately the driver of the Viper left the light at normal pace. At the next light some 50 yards away I look over to him and he is now cranking up his windows. Better coefficient? Hmmm, he is serious now. When the light turned green we both took off with minimal tire spin. He immediately got a jump on me and we went from being side by side to his rear tire being even with my front tire. Through first and second gear this high-speed race went. I remember seeing the cars that were going northbound. The driver of a Camaro gave the thumbs up while other drivers watched. This was right out of Car & Driver magazine. The two top American muscle cars going at it. Too bad another person heading northbound and watching this was a Trooper. By this point I’m going into third gear at an extreme rate of acceleration. The driver of the Viper also spotted the Trooper. We both backed off and split up. He continued south and got off on a side street while I turned off and went north back to work. Never did make it to the post office that day.

 

[Munenn]

My favorite vehicle moment (for a family forum, anyway) also involves a State Trooper. In the late '70s and early '80s I had a '69 RS Camaro. I really loved that car. I was only a couple years out of college and had recently dropped in a well warmed over 350 after the original 327 2bbl. succumed to a burst lower radiator hose.

I used to like to test mods on high speed runs on the local interstate. I'd go South for a ways to scout out any speed traps, and then turn around North at an exit, punch it, and leave it there.

This one time, the State Troopers were setting up on the northbound side, and must have started to right after I'd passed the spot on the way down. The needle on the speedo was well buried, and the car was still slowly accelerating when I noticed a bunched pack of cars well ahead, and pulled my foot up to avoid running into the back of somebody. By the time I noticed the cops, I was coasting down to about 75 on a 55mph posted road. I must have been doing over 90 when I passed the radar car. Unlike now, in those bygone days they used to put the radar in an unmarked car parked on the side of the road, and over the hill or around the next bend you'd see 2 marked cars on the side of the road with Troopers giving traffic the hairy eye. If you were selected for "Special Highway Use Tax", the lead Trooper would point at you and guesture you to pull over.
No suprise, as I pulled by him he gave me the evil eye and finger of doom. Then he rubbed his forefingers in the "shame on you" guesture and turned away.

Bet your sweet ass I was releived. That was one of the very, very few times I ever got out of a ticket.

 

[Richard Jefferies]

I was driving my grandfather's Lincoln, headed for the state capital, about 60 miles from my hometown. There were some nice straight stretches of road, and I was letting out that big 460. A Highway Patrolman was parked at one spot, and as I blew by him at around 100mph, I waved, and then checked the mirror. He didn't even attempt to come after me, nor did he radio ahead. Y'see, Grandpa was a state senator, and he had Legislator plates with the single number 1 (the lower the number, the more seniority.) SC law says that a car with legislator plates cannot be stopped if it's heading toward the capital when the "lege" is in session.

 

[ltdave]

not necessarily my favorite time but an interesting story non the less...

my mom and dad had a 1973 ford country squire wagon. it was a big beast with a trailer tow package so it was geared for pulling even though it only had a 400M engine with about 185hp if i recall. ours was white not the dark one shown...
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well there is a street in town that has some twists and turns and then a big dip as it enters an intersection...

my buddy and i and another friend of ours would race around these curves at a high rate of speed, hit the intersection and bounce the front end off the ground (well mabe not in actuallity but it sure seemed like it)

we were out doing this one night and having so much fun we decided to go around a couple more times. there was a couple of unpaved streets around the block so we were traveling on them. we had the windows down including the tailgate window. we were tear-assing on these dirt streets and about out 3rd time around there was all sorts of dust floating around inside. we just assumed it was coming up from the street. boy was i wrong...

my dad had (key word HAD) an 80lb bag of cement in the back and i had bounced it up and onto the trailer light pig tail and tore the bag. it wasnt road dirt swirling in the car it was cement dust...

when we found out what it was, we were laughing so hard i nearly had a stroke...

to this day (22yrs later) my dad doesnt know how that bag of cement got ripped and if my buddy mentions it to someone he starts laughing nearly uncontrollably...

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[SpecialEd]

Do backseat encounters count? :twisted:

 

[b540glenn]

Not necessarily my favorite car but my first. A 1986 Lebaron Coupe w/ turbo charged 2.2 liter. I had it about 3 months. I was going down an on-ramp behind some licknob doing 30 mph. I patiently waited figuring that he would accelerate at the end of the ramp. Boy was I wrong. At the first opportunity I hit the gas, the turbo kicked in and I was doing 85 before I knew it. About the time I noticed I was doing 85 I also noticed a cop parked on the other side of the e-way. I saw him turn on his lights and pull into the emergency turn around. I slowed down and changed lanes but figured it would do me no good. I then saw the off ramp ahead. I accelerated again and took the ramp. Half-way up the ramp I saw the cop fly by on the e-way. I took side roads home from there.

 

[Mad Ogre]

Family at the drive in theater in the back of the Bronco with the top off on a warm summer night.
Lots of fun....

 

[icormba]

1st...
with an old girlfriend :wink:

2nd...
driving from San Jose, Ca to Dallas, Tx in my 300zx...
got pulled over by a Texas State Trooper! heck of a nice guy, I think we ended up shootin' the breeze for about 15 minutes.

 

[MiniZ]

I've had many "favorite moments", but here is the most recent:

The other day I pulled up at a light next to a Civic that I will call a poser(I respect the guys that can really build a tuner, but there are so many out there that are only about the look and sound, I have to give them the business). I'm in a '83 F250 4X4 with a 460/C6. This truck has plenty of grunt, but by no means is it quick.

A couple of taps of the throttle gets the kids attention, and he just grins thinking he is going to show me what an astounding ride he has. In anticipation of the green, I powebrake to 4k RPM, and with the green, drop the hammer.

The suprise for me came when I lit up the 33X12.50 16.5s-I didn't think I could do that with the slush box. His suprise came when I beat him by at least two truck lengths to the next light.

I guess the moral is it takes more than a crapload of stickers and a muffler/tip the size of a coffee can to have a performance compact.

 

[ducktapehero]

My favorite was when I had just turned 16. I didn't even own a car yet so I was out driving my Dad's 1976 GMC half-ton. It had a 250ci inline 6 with a single barrel carb. It ran good but it was by no means a powerful machine.

I got into a race with a guy who had an Escort GT. I guess he thought he could beat an old pickup. That old truck smoked the Escort GT, we pulled into a parking lot and the guy got out and asked if I had a 350 or a big block in it. I opened the hood and the guy only said,"You beat my GT with a six banger truck? I am going to sell that POS!!" and turned around and left.

I have another memorable race but I lost this one. I had a Plymouth Horizon and I raced a Porche 928. I lost by a bit on that one. :shock:

 

[skslover]

Well, the downside to Jeeps is that the rear seat is too small for a backseat "encounter."
But then again, put an air mattress in the bed of a truck like mine... :twisted:

For the most part in my family vehicles are used to get from point A to B. The only exceptions to this was the Mustang my dad had (sold before I was born) and the sentimental attachment to my truck and my uncle's car (both belonged to the late Grandpa).

But...there were two memorable things that occured when I was learning to drive.
First at age 15 while I first learned to drive: Me and my father were puttering around the local industrial park, which had a speed limit of 35 mph. I wasn't speeding (that habit came later after I learned where the cops like to hide :twisted: ). I was driving, and we came to an intersection where the other direction had to stop, so I was continueing at 35 mph. The was a big, but hardly noticeable, bump followed by a sudden steep drop off...
My car went airborne through a FIVE lane intersection while I was still learning to drive! It COMPLETELY cleared the intersection and then a few more car lengths! Dukes of Hazard!
:rotflmao:

Second at 18 while I was learning to drive the manual transmission truck in the Retro-Mods thread (back out at the industrial park. hey, it's a giant grid, with huge parking lots, what could be better?). I've always been good at video games, and the good hand-eye coordination helped me many a time while driving. But the truck was being extremely stubborn that day, as old vehicles are prone to be.
Well, I finally got the hang of it, and was so excited that I yelled...
"EAT NINTENDO SKILLS BIT**!"
My sister was laughing her you-know-what off...
But I love that truck. It's her quirks that make her fun to drive. It's an adventure since you never know what she will (or won't) do all of a sudden... :wink:
I guess the same can be said about the ladies... :lol:

 

[4_Rings]

Do backseat encounters count? :twisted:

We better not go there !!! :shame:

 

[skslover]

Come to think of it, maybe going airborne was the reason a hairline crack formed in my car's transmission...
:rotflmao:

 

[t-star]

my brother had a 71 super bee- 383 4 barrel, liberty tranny- goosed it up just to see how fast it would go- had a 10 mile straight strip of pavement- we were pulling 6000 rpm and doing 155 mph- took a long time to get up there , but we cut a bird in half- i didn't get to go that fast again until i learned to fly- we were running l50 x15 series on the rears- it was actually set up to run at 80- you could actually feel it come "on plane" when the aerodynamics started to be effective

 

[Mad Ogre]

http://www.bigcountryoff-road.com/Past%20Events/adg.wmv