Dodge Challenger Slow motion Wheelie
1974 Dodge Challenger Slomo Wheelie vid. Santa Pod 2010 eurofinals. By
Blackett Photography. Here the car is powered by a 572ci Wedge motor. Runs
mid 9's @ full weight (3850lb +). To make the caltracks work you need
plenty of front end lift, bump stops were removed and frames notched to get
almost 6 1/2 inches of travel. Something Chrysler never designed that
suspension for I'd guess. We've since improved the bump steer by replacing
parts and resetting the camber / castor as the front has aftermarket parts
and plenty of adjustment.
In reality it's difficut to fully eliminate without going to a strut type
front end, though some people appear to have done it on stock stuff, it
seems to be a common chrysler trait. Check out the superstock video's from
the '70s and most Mopars do it also check out my other real time wheelie
vids you see that the wobble lasts only a fraction of a second.
Thanks for the comments.
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 !!
Tire Shake Shootout (or when the shakers came to town)
A studie in deformation of dragrace tires in Slowmotion at 300 and 600fps
1/10 and 1/20 of realtime (at Cramonats in Malmoe, Sweden 2010-05-28
Camera is a Casio EX F1
Music: Rev Up. Artist: Manuel and the Renegades
wcm pro stock 1/4 scale test run
1/4 scale Pro Stock custom built with 90cc Solo motor and quick change rear
end, this was the first few runs down the track before making some
changes.. Keep your eyes out for our next few videos running this car on Nitrous.
The Best Burnout EVER!!!!
$300.00 special catching HELL!!! At the 2011 Burnout party!!!
This vehicle was bought to finish the show with a bang!! This was done in
front of the house on a PRIVATE road and IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE A BURNOUT
DON'T CLICK THIS LINK!!! And don't ask WHY?? If you want to see pics of the
road after the burnout go to my channel click on website!!!
Starting the 1909 Blitzen-Benz, UNEDITED, @ Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance
The Blitzen-Benz was purpose built to do just one thing, to break speed
records (not racing), and it did repeatedly from 1909 through 1911.
(Edited version: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ga2HtUHzUuw )
Its speed of 228.1km/h (141.73mph) on April 23rd, 1911, driven by Bob
Burman at Daytona Beach, stood as a record until 1919. Twice the speed of
the fastest airplane, (12 April, 1911, Alfred Leblanc @
69.442mph/111.801kph in a Blériot Blériot) and even shattering the record
speed of 210km/h set by a locomotive in 1903.
This record was not even officially broken in an airplane until 1920!
Of the six originally built, this is one of only two that exist today, and
is displayed at the Mercedes-Benz Museum in Stuttgart, Germany.
While the extended and nuanced effort required to start the Blitzen-Benz on
a cool coastal morning can try the patience of some viewers, its historical
significance and ground-breaking engineering brilliance still place it
amongst the greatest motor-vehicle achievements of all time, and the dozens
witnessing this effort felt it was one of the highlights of many great
moments at Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance 2011.
Here's a great collection of vintage and modern images of the Blitzen-Benz
and other historic speed record contenders:
displacement 21500 cc / 1312.0 in³
bore 185 mm / 7.28 in
stroke 200 mm / 7.87 in
power 149.1 kw / 200 bhp @ 1600 rpm
specific output 9.3 bhp per litre
bhp/weight 137.93 bhp per tonne
The best parallel parking ever!
Watch this car fail very close to death: http://adf.ly/4812306/carfail
and also this man sleeping in a burning car:
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.