Me and my dad see my dad's old car for the first time in 20 years.
He sold the car over 20+ years ago when he was an alcoholic. Said he
probably would have died in it. This is the first time he saw it since he
sold it over 20+ years ago. The car does look in relative good shape, we
have no idea what has been done with the car over the past 20 years. It
obviously wasn't sitting there for 20 years and nobody claims it to be. Pay
attention, people. 1964 Buick Rivera. 425 Wildcat V8 w/ 427 horsepower.
New World Garage Charger 70 sabato pomeriggio
Dodge Charger 70 Vin Diesel (Dominic Toretto)
NEW WORLD GARAGE Reggio Emilia - Via Vistola 6
TUTTI I SABATI DALLE 15.30 ALLE 18.30
AMERICAN MUSCLE CARS
al Raduno del Sabato pomeriggio INVITO APERTO A TUTTI !!
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
1947 Ford engine starting after 31 years
Old Henry, our 1947 Ford, engine starting after 31 years.
For video of the car's first drive shortly after click here:
For video of the car's second drive with the old man that purchased the car
in 1959 click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2OImNZD7L6U
For later photos of the car restored and on the road click here:
Here's a recent one driving in the snow:
Here are all of the road trips he's been on since we restored him:
Monument Valley in March 2013:
Bryce Canyon in February 2013:
Milford, Utah in December 2012:
Nevada and Idaho in November 2012:
Rocky Mountain National Park in September 2012:
Yellowstone National Park in May 2012:
Death Valley in February 2012:
Pike's Peak in July 2011:
Route 66 in April 2010:
70 Dodge Challenger on Autobahn (DE), 2
This comes closest to how I experience it.
Cam near my right eye, mic near my left ear.
Car spex; see my '70 Dodge Challenger' playlist description:
Dodge Challenger '70 first start in 4 months
Dodge Challenger '70
First start in 4 months.
Old gas, no choke.
Driven last time about 10 months ago.
Doesn't run very well when cold, gets alot better after running for a
couple of minutes. Would prefer it with choke.
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.
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.
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 spent some time in Orange County today.
So I sat in a parking lot waiting for a Heil STARR to leave, and when he
did I followed, but unfortunately he was heading to the dump after his
lunch. Which was fine, but somehow I lost him... So I journeyed into
Fullerton and visited MG Disposal, where I discovered a Maxon Legal One
with a Pete 320 chassis, and a McNeilus Pacific Series also on a Pete 320
both collecting manually.