Dirt Cheap Rat Rod! 1968 Charger Buildup and Thrash - Roadkill Ep. 23
Freiburger and Finnegan think this is the best episode so far! It's the
longest, too. This show has it all: a Mad-Max-vibe 1968 Dodge Charger built
with motorhome parts, sideways Dukes-style action, lots of low-buck
wrenching, hilarious snafus, and cameo appearances by the Macho Grande from
episode 8, the '66 Buick Special convertible from a pre-Roadkill episode,
the ramp truck from episode 20, and the Fury from episode 22. Enjoy the
last Roadkill of 2013!
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1969 Dodge Charger RT Quarter Mile Run
1969 Dodge Charger RT Quarter Mile Run at Bandimere Speedway in Morrison CO
at almost 6000 feet above sea level.
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1968 Dodge Charger
THIS CAR IS SOLD
This is one of only 259 383 4 speed Chargers with lots of options like
factory A/C, power windows, AM/FM stereo, buckets seats with console,
Magnum Ralley wheels with BFG T/A radials and White vinyl top. Upgrades
include a fresh 452 stroker motor (original matching engine included), Tic
Toc Tach, pistol grip 4 speed, bumble bee stripe and disc brake conversion.
A rare find and great investment.
Body: 2 Door Hardtop
Color: Racing Green Metallic
Stock ID: 120904
Vehicle ID (VIN): XP29H8B295134
Раритет DODGE CHARGER 1968 DRAG RACE
Где великие идеи становятся великими
- Вы представляете - Мы воплощаем.
Внимание к людям - внимание людей.
1968 Dodge Charger RT 440 V8 Mopar Muscle Car
I thought you'd like a look at this super clean 1968 Dodge Charger RT.
This baby is powered by a nicely detailed, high performance 440 V8, backed
by a 727 Torqueflite automatic. As you can see, the body is straight and
that blue is a real attention grabber. The interior is in nearly new
condition and it's riding on a beautiful set of Magnum 500 chrome wheels.
This car really is slick, inside and out. It's an excellent example of
Mopar Muscle at it's finest. I hope you found it interesting, thanks for
taking a look!
Filmed at Gateway Classic Cars, just outside of St Louis, MO
Ramblin Around :
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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
Instruments: Guitar, Organ, Bass, Kit
84 BPM (Andante - Medium Speed)
Slow Burn by Kevin MacLeod is licensed under a CC Attribution 3.0.
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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.