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
Lamborghini Veneno SOUND! Start Up + Driving On The Road!
This video features the $4.5 million dollar Lamborghini Veneno on display
at the 2013 Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance in California USA. This ultra
rare Lamborghini Veneno LP 750-4 is powered by a 6.5 liter V12 engine that
produces 750hp. In this video you can see at the beginning some exterior
and interior shots of the car, then you can hear its noisy V12 engine
Playlist 2013 Pebble Beach Concours d'Elegance:
1st Channel: http://www.YouTube.com/GUMBAL
2nd Channel: http://www.YouTube.com/GUMBALTV
3rd Channel: http://www.YouTube.com/CarChannelClassic
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1960 Peterbilt Hotrod Truck called Piss'd Off Pete
While I was at SEMA 2009 a captured a video of Piss'd Off Pete's engine
being revved up in front of a huge SEMA crowd just down from the
This is Jay Leno's 1960 chopped Peterbilt with a 852ci two-stroke Detroit
Diesel twin-supercharged V12 mated to an Allison 4-speed automatic
transmission from a Greyhound bus. The engine produces 500 horsepower and nearly 1000
lb-ft torque with a red line of just 2,800 rpm. Built by the Blastolene
See more pictures at www.autogeekonline.net
Mad Max - Last V8 Interceptor Axle-hop Stop!
Met up with Justice, who runs Maxrockatansky.org and did a little bit of
filming near Lake Lewisville. Thought I'd throw in the axle-hop stop that
you see at the beginning of MM2: The Road Warrior. He doesn't throw it into
reverse, as many erroneously believe. It's this type of stop I demonstrate
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
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.