1970 Plymouth Hemi Cuda Drag Racing 572 Ci 800+ Hp (Helmet and Fender Cam)
Newest addition to Ken's fold! This 1970 Plymouth Hemi Cuda features a 572
cubic inch Hemi engine turning out over 800hp through a 4 speed G-Force
Transmission. This was the first time out with the car so still getting the
feel of things.
Sponsors: www.tigertool.com & www.travelandrvcanada.com/
NASTIEST blown Camaro KNOWN TO MAN
I had been waiting for this Dyno run all day, decided to go
walk around for a while, and then when I came back the car had JUST
finished its pulls :/ Sexy car!!!
700 HP 1973 Plymouth Cuda 426 Hemi Mopar Muscle Car
Be sure to check us out on Facebook at:
This 1973 Plymouth Barracuda Hemi Cuda Tribute has a 426c.i. 4BBL
(Performance Built) Hemi V8, Automatic (727 Torque Flite) Transmission,
Dana 60 Rear w/ 4.11 Sure Grip w/ Slap Stik, Wilwood Front Disc Brakes,
Stall Converter, Aluminum Performance Intake & Heads, AM/FM/CD, Hood Pins,
Dual Outside Sport Mirrors, Rallye Dash w/ Tach, Buckets/Console, Seat
Belts, Aluminum Radiator Shroud, Aluminum Water Pump, Mallory Ignition w/
7AL-3 MSD Box, Billet Pulleys & Distributor, External Battery Shut-Off,
Trunk Mount Battery, New Rallye Wheels & BFG Radial T/A Tires, Ceramic
Coated Headers w/ Dual Flowmaster Exhaust, Gorgeous Sublime Exterior, Beautiful
New Correct Style Interior, No Expense Spared in the Build & Professional
Restoration of this Car! A Tribute Hemi Cuda That Would Make Any Mopar
Enthusiast Proud! Thanks for taking a look!
Filmed at Fast Lane Classic Cars in St Charles, Missouri
The background music track is Whiskey on the Mississippi by Kevin MacLeod.
Available under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported license.
Instruments: Guitar, Bass, Kit, Organ, EP
With a jumping bass and off-beat syncopation, this is straight from
Memphis' Beale Street. The Hammond organ and electric guitar play together
as longtime friends, while the melody changes hands from guitar to organ to
electric piano. 011
Bouncy, Grooving 2010
1973 Plymouth Barracuda Cuda 426 Hemi high performance V8 Mopar muscle car
hot rod vintage classic collector automobile auto vehicle show car burnout
"muscle car" "hot rod" restored Fast Lane Classic Cars St Charles Missouri
RamblinAround rambling vlog hd partner
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.