The Smoking Tire heads to East Hampton to terrorize yuppies in the baddest muscle car around: Mr. Angry's 1969 Dodge Daytona. Blasphemous to some, envied by others, this is one tire-shredding muscle machine we'll take in our garage any day.
Art Morrison 1955 Chevy Bel Air - Faster Than a Ferrari?
The Smoking Tire hits Supercar Sunday and the canyons with the Art Morrison
1955 Bel Air, one of the best handling hot rods around. We toss this 55
year-old car through some of the tightest curves in California to find out
if there really is such a thing as a Hot Rod for drivers.
2011 Shelby GT500 vs. 600 HP 2011 "Firebreather" Camaro
The Smoking Tire hits the Mailbu canyons for one last hurrah with our
Shelby GT500, and we brought along our closest competitor: the Classic
Design Concepts/Exxodus Pictures "Firebreather," a 600-horsepower
Firebird-converted Chevy Camaro. For more info about the
Firebreather, check out www.Firebreathercar.com
What won't fit in an Aston Martin Rapide?
The Smoking Tire takes to the links in the most beautiful 4-seater on the
market: The Aston Martin Rapide. Fortunately, we've chosen a golf course
only accessible by tight, windy, canyon roads.
2000 HP Dodge Charger Hemi - Mirror Image Turbo
Film by Nelson Racing Engines on BIGJACKturbo
NRE's Tom Nelson shows us the new Maximus Supercar from Nelson Supercars.
Its an amazing car build. Tom Nelson has been moving to a new much larger
facility the last few months. He hopes to have more time to make more
videos than he has had recently. The new building has a paint shop, polish
shop, engine assembly shops,parts shop, shipping department, and Supercar
area. For more info go to http://NelsonRacingEngines.com. and
http://NelsonSupercars.com. For help with your product marketing go to
SLANT 6 Mopar or No Car!
Mopars and very attractive women.....Mopars Kicking ASS! What more can you
If you like what you hear, come and visit me at CDBaby! In case anyone is
curious, yes, I've owned tons of Mopar products! There is a SRT4 in my
driveway right now. I've had Coronet R/T's, Challenger RT, Demon's, 300's,
SRT8's, I love em all! And I have no problem with other cool Musclecars.
I even own a Buick with a V6 that is fairly quick......
However....I loves me Mother Mopar!
Plymouth Roadrunner Superbird dragster MASSIVE BURNOUT @ Dragracing Drachten 2011 [720p HD]
Plymouth Roadrunner Superbird dragster MASSIVE BURNOUT @ Dragracing
Drachten 2011 [720p HD]
Car: 1970 Roadrunner Superbird fiberglass body home made, chromoly chassis
build by Chassis Engineering 6.0 cert.
Driver: Marck Harteveld
Raceclass: Super Pro ET
Engine: 636 Indy Legend HEMI Aluminium water block, Ross racing pistons,
Grp rods. 16:1 compression Indy Hemi Heads, Titanium valves,Raised roller
cam, Indy high rise intake dual 1125 King Demon carbs, Msd Ignition, Dry
sump Oil system, Vp Racing fuel C23.
Tramsmission: Trans 727 aut. Cope Racing trans. Trans brake, Cheeta air
shifter, Special made converter by PTC
Rearaxle: Rear end Custom made by Chassis Engineering, Strange center
section 456 gears, Strange axels, Strange brakes and shocks.
Suspension: Strange front suspension.
Brakes: Willwood Brakes.
Wheels: MT wheels and tires.
Race ready Best ET: 1/4 mile 8.09 - 269 km.
Cars that should be driven
They're all long gone. Pretty shame they didn't get the attention they
Name of the song is Bruce Springsteen & the E-street band - Racing in the
(I do not own any rights)
Abandoned cars in forgotten junkyard
These pictures were taken in May of 2010 in the Michigan woods. The
junkyard is permanently closed and has posted no trespassing signs all over
the place. I spoke to the person who owns the property and was given
special permission to explore. This site covers 120 acres and is packed
with cars from the 1930's on up. I only had an hour to look and it must be
done on foot. Enjoy the pics, places like this just don't exist anymore.
Truely a rare find. Thanks to my buddy Chris for the tip on this hot spot.
1968 Charger / 1969 Daytona - /BIG MUSCLE Garage
The 1968 Dodge Charger and the 1969 Dodge Daytona. Two cars based off the
same platform with very different personalities. These two old sleds are
different though, 'cause well, they belong to me (your host) and they're
the reason that BIG MUSCLE exists today. These are not show ponies,
cruisers or weekend projects, but two warhorses that have been run in some
of the toughest long distance and performance events in the United States.
Built for reliability, power and performance, they are not technological
marvels, but old school resto-mods that have been updated for one reason
and one reason only - to put smiles on the faces of all those who see them.
Super Sleeper 1972 Nova - /BIG MUSCLE
Wanna race? If so you may want to reconsider. You see this is Dru Diesner's
1972 Chevrolet Nova and it's anything but stock. From a looks perspective
it's nothing special, in fact most people wouldn't put up $500 for this
thing. Look a little deeper though and OH MOMMA! You see under its faded
green paint lurks a twin supercharged LS2 that makes 1,160 hp... at the
rear wheels. It epitomizes the term "sleeper", and is lethal to just about
every other road going vehicle it comes in contact with. Big Muscle
recently visited Northern Chicago to get a sample of this beast, and holy
crap was it one of the best automotive experiences we've ever had.
Dodge Charger 1968 blown hemi
this is Nick suckow's car in September 2008 before it was stolen. If you
have any information about this dodge charger please let me know.
http://www.weau.com/home/headlines/33732019.html# Back in 1984,
high-schooler Nick Suckow bought himself a '68 Dodge Charger. He was gonna
fix it up and roar down the road. Nick was born a gearhead. A hot rod. From
the first time he drove, he drove hard. The redline was always at hand.
When he joined the Army out of high school and shipped to Germany he got
hooked on the autobahn, where you could ease over to the left lane, stomp
the foot-feed flat, and shoot, they just let you go. "Fast," Nick likes to
say, "isn't the same as reckless." All that racing around, and then life
served up a grim little joke: The day Nick Suckow wrecked - the day his
life changed forever, the last day he ever stood on his own two feet - he
was going 35 miles per hour with his seatbelt on. He'd been married two
weeks. He and his wife were on their way home from their Wisconsin
honeymoon, making the run back to Texas in Nick's Gran Prix. They were
towing a rusted-out Ford Bronco - Nick always had his eye out for a cheap
beater, and he had found one up north. On a rough stretch of road Nick
crawled in the Bronco to keep it straight. The front tire hooked a pothole.
The tie rod snapped. The seat belt broke. He landed in the ditch. The
Bronco landed on his neck. Nick says he remembers the sun in his eyes. Then
the darkness closing in. A lot of years, then. Hospitals. Home. Hospitals.
The marriage ended. Back to Wisconsin. Rehab, and more hospitals. The speed
demon, not going anywhere fast. But eventually he had them drag that
Charger out. Arranged to get it in the shop. Whenever he had a little
money, he'd get some work done. "They whittled away at it," he says. "I
told my mom, if I die, dump my ashes in the fuel tank, and I'll go down the
drag strip one last time." Seventeen years. Seventeen years of learning how
to live from the neck up. Seventeen years of whittling. Hed show you the
latest pictures - a quarter panel here, a shot of primer there, a couple
tires. He'd get down to the shop, supervise in person when he could. He
couldn't run the wrenches, but he could run the show. He'd sneak out for a
little speed fix sometimes - once a paraplegic friend strapped Nick's chair
to a motorcycle sidecar and they blew down the road, one good pair of arms
between'em. Nick says it was good to feel the wind on his face. On a sunny
day in October of 2006, Nick Suckow's pals helped him slide from one set of
wheels into another. They strapped him in the passenger side, and you could
see the anticipation on his face, even behind the mirrored shades. The car
cruised out of the lot, and then picked up speed, the blower making a Mad
Max whine as the wheels warmed to the road. After a nice easy ride, the
Charger pulled to a stop on an isolated little stretch of blacktop. There
was a quiet moment, before the driver wound that 426 fuel-injected blown
Hemi up tight. Then Nick Suckow gave the nod and went fishtailing down the
blacktop on a journey that had never really ended.