1965 Dodge Coronet - Homebuilt Big Block Mopar
Here's a photo and video summary of my Dodge Coronet. See my other videos
for the engine specs, but any questions, just ask. This is pretty much
home-built except for the paint job! Looking forward to the next Mopar
project, whenever/whatever that might be, but still a little ways to go on
Shot with a Panasonic DMC-ZS3, and any pixelation in the video is due to
the way I converted the raw file from .mov to .wmv so I could work in
Windows Movie Maker. Could have been a little better...
1967 Dodge Coronet R/T In Action !
Rare 440 Powered '67 Dodge R/T. This documented example features 2 build
sheets and is fully optioned with many rare factory features! Brent at
972-203-7767 or FAST440.COM
'68 Dart into the 10's
Street car, working the kinks out of a new 500 cube wedge/drag radial
11-1 CR, hyd. flat tappet, ported E-brocks, 4K converter, 4.10 gear, thru
muffs on 275 M/T's. No Boost or
David Freiburger's 1970 Super Bee Revival, Part 1
Hot Rod Editor In Chief David Freiburger has owned this 1970Dodge Super Bee
since he was 15 years old. In 1995, it was restored indrag-race trim and
loaded with a Dick Landy 484ci Hemi. Then it satuntouched until 2010, when
Hot Rod decided to rework it as a street car. Inthis video, the guys thrash
to get it on the road at the last minute forMopars at the Strip, then drive
the car from Los Angeles to Las Vegas anddrag race it. Look for part 2,
also here on YouTube.Hot Rod Editor In Chief David Freiburger has owned
this 1970Dodge Super Bee since he was 15 years old. In 1995, it was
restored indrag-race trim and loaded with a Dick Landy 484ci Hemi. Then it
satuntouched until 2010, when Hot Rod decided to rework it as a street car.
Inthis video, the guys thrash to get it on the road at the last minute
forMopars at the Strip, then drive the car from Los Angeles to Las Vegas
anddrag race it. Look for part 2, also here on YouTube.
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!
I'm back in the old school! I have a "NEW" 70 Coronet R/T! Burnt
Orange/White interior numbers matching, bla bla bla bla!!! Will post pics
of it in my new Mopar song. Yeah, I'm doing another one, yeah I'm corny!
Actually 2 tunes. One, I penned back in the mid 80's called Red Light. It
was about my 69 R/T.
1965 Dodge Coronet Super Stock Hemi
This is an AHRA record holder and one of a handful of factory Coronet Super
Stock Dodges to survive today. Approximately 100 were built, only a handful
are known to exist today. These cars came stripped from the factory with
rear seat delete, radio delete, heater delete, stamped steel wheels, dome
light and reserve light delete, park gear delete, corning light weight
glass, cowl induction, and more.
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.