This video was filmed in summer of 1999 and I was 20 years old. In this video,I was driving my fathers 1969 440 Road Runner and I was paired up against 1970 426 Hemi Challenger in a heads-up race (no handicap start). The guy driving the Hemi Challenger was a national champion and the challenger was also a national record holder for its class. The two cars ran side by side all the way down the track and in the end I beat him with a 7.13 to his 7.12. Thats right, I ran slower and beat him...the reason I won was because I had a perfect .500 reaction time. I tree'd him like it was nobody's business (only kiddin). Enjoy!!!
Wheelstanding 1964 Plymouth Max Wedge Super Stock
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1969 440 Roadrunner Flexin Some Mopar Muscle!
Just playing around with a couple gears. The ignition was malfunctioning,
not to mention bad shifting. Getting used to the hydraulic clutch and 5
speed. More to come with the new ignition.
Here is a picture of my RR from the Mopar Nationals:
Challenger New vs. Old: Vanishing Point Revisited
"Our sole Challenger has just broken the ring of evil the deep blue meanies
have so righteously wrought — get through 'em baby, get through 'em." —
Super Soul, Vanishing Point 1971
It happens deep in the Nevada desert, just past Austin. On a long, straight
section of road with nothing to lose, our friends in the white 1970 Dodge
Challenger R/T finally put the hammer down. At once, the rawness and purity
of Kowalski's ride pulverizes the well-insulated interior of our 2008 Dodge
Challenger SRT8, shredding the peace inside the modern car's cockpit with
the same brute force Kowalski used to pierce a hole in the cool desert air
38 years ago. Even with my right foot buried, I see nothing but taillights
until they disappear into the desert.
In these few brief seconds, the 2008 Dodge Challenger SRT8 is clearly
defined by its soft edges and quiet Exhaust. Manufacturers don't let us feel cars
raw and unfiltered anymore. Hammering down a desert road with a thin-rimmed
steering wheel and pistol-grip shifter — that's raw. Four hundred and
forty cubic inches and a four-speed — that's raw. Powerslides unhampered
by electronic intervention — that's raw.
In 1970, when Kowalski drove this very road — U.S. Highway 50 through
Nevada — he felt it. And it was raw.