30 years ago she was pulled from a flooded carport and towed to a town she never had been. There she sat alone and was ignored unkempt, broken down and ugly. In late December of 2009 she became the wanting gleam in this family's eyes. It has taken nearly 400++ hours of labor and nearly $12,000 and a full years commitment of appreciation and love to bring her to this cherished state. Today for the first time since 1980 she is proudly out in the sun light and under her own power. As Bold and brash as she sits now. She will be soon wearing a sensuous gloss black finish that will make grown men tear and dream of infidelity. Women of all ages will sigh with envy from the attention she will warrant as she rumbles by, strutting her power and beauty. She is almost ready for her premier. Stay tuned. Nice job Terry and Wyatt. You do good work..
1968 Plymouth Roadrunner Soundcheck - American Import Cars
Beep! Beep! Mehr Muscle Car geht nicht !
V8 383 cui, 330 PS
4- Gang Schaltgetriebe, Fächerkrümmer, 4-fach Vergaser, Hurst Shifter,
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1968 Hemi Road Runner
Describes the history and performance of Plymouth Hemi Road Runners. I was
lucky enough to be the first to drive a 1969 Hemi Road Runner (4 speed)
after brought out of storage after over 25 years. After working for a while
to get it running, it returned to life with no smoke and gained strength by
the minute as it loosened up. You could feel the heritage returning.
133023 / 1969 Plymouth Road Runner
For more information on this vehicle visit http://tinyurl.com/76lfcgh
Envisioned by its owner as the perfect mix of classic muscle car attitude
and first class modern performance, this 1969 Plymouth Road Runner is one
of the finest Mopar pro-tourers we've ever featured!
This Road Runner's complete rotisserie restoration began when Steve Koepke
of Classic Ventures in Woodstock, Illinois meticulously stripped its solid
original body, welded up a set of high quality quarters and block sanded
every one of its facets until he had a smooth, consistent canvas. Once that
canvas was fully prepped from top to bottom, a slick coat of Charcoal Gray
urethane was expertly applied under bright red, horizontal pin stripes and
buffed to the kind of brilliant wet-look shine that can only be achieved
with today's advanced paint technology. The result is one super slick Mopar
muscle car which wraps brutal performance in killer good looks!
Raise the wide, Charcoal hood and you'll find a killer 500 cubic inch
monster block which takes this Mopar from 'very appealing' to 'MUST HAVE'.
At the top of that engine, a simple chrome breather funnels wind from a
re-usable filter element to a giant Demon 850 carburetor that's juiced by
fresh stainless fuel lines. At the base of that carburetor, an Indy dual
plane intake sends a rich air/fuel mixture into aluminum Indy 440EZ-1
cylinder heads that are equipped with both Crane Cams hydraulic roller
lifters and Harland Sharp roller rocker arms. Those heads are bolted to a
familiar 440 block that's been bored 0.30 over and equipped with a complete
Eagle stroker kit which includes an Eagle steel crank, Eagle H-beam
connecting rods, SRP pistons with Speed Pro rings and Clevite bearings. The
car's massive 11 to 1 compression is managed by a Competition hydraulic
roller camshaft that's hooked to a Cloyes timing chain. And spent gases are
efficiently expelled through a slick set of TTI ceramic coated long tube
headers. Fire is supplied by an MSD Pro-billet distributor which shoots
sparks through high performance Taylor plug wires. And cooling comes
courtesy of a heavy duty aluminum radiator which sits in front of two quick
spinning electric puller fans.
Behind the big bore engine you'll find a slick shifting Centerforce
hydraulic clutch that's connected to a Tremec 5-speed transmission and a
stalwart Ford nine inch limited slip rear end which is complete with a
Strange aluminum center section, Strange axle shafts and new 3.73 gears.
Naturally, the car's old-school front torsion bar and rear leaf spring
suspension has been exchanged for a more competent independent front, four
link rear set up. And that new suspension is augmented with tubular control
arms, a thick front sway bar, adjustable QA1 coil over shocks, fresh power
rack and pinion steering and a Wilwood brake system which includes 11 inch
slotted discs at all four corners. At the center of the car, custom
fabricated, and custom welded, subframe connectors ensure the buff engine's
ample torque doesn't manifest itself as unfortunate twist. And at the
corners of the car, power flows through a sweet set of 18 inch, solid
aluminum wheels that are wrapped in aggressive 245/40 front and 285/40 rear
BF Goodrich G-Force T/A radials.
Open this Plymouth's big, solid doors and sit down inside a cockpit where
the timeless good looks of American muscle meld seamlessly with tasteful
upgrades and modern conveniences. The custom leather and suede seats, which
were supplied by Addison Auto Interiors of Addison, Illinois, are firm and
feel much more upscale than traditional Mopar hardware. At the bottom of
those seats, fresh Maroon carpet props a chrome Hurst shifter under a faux
carbon fiber pistol grip handle. In front of the seats the car's pristine
Maroon dash hangs a custom gauge panel, which is complete with stylish Auto
Meter American Muscle gauges, beside a remote controlled Kenwood CD player
and traditional buttons for the car's heat and air conditioning system. At
the sides of the seats, custom Maroon and Black door panels hang pliable
armrests between fresh stainless trim, new chrome window cranks and bright
chrome door handles. And in front of the driver, a familiar Mopar Tuff
Wheel spins around a rebuilt original steering column.
Call, click or visit http://RKMotorsCharlotte.com for more information on
this awesome car!
Driving Test ☠ New Rear End - █ Go Kart ( A-Kart )
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I test drive my go kart that I built for my little girl.
These videos are for educational and entertainment purposes only. Always
seek professional advice and training before using any power tools.
Great forum for go kart information http://www.diygokarts.com/vb/
OUTRO/ENDING music : Distroy ( Midnight Conspiracy Remix)
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INTRO music : KingKong Part 3 SampleBeat
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SYA! SOLD. 1968 Plymouth GTX 440 FOR SALE
For Sale by Show Your Auto:
http://www.showyourauto.com/am/listings/l0240.html This 1968 Plymouth GTX
in Racing Green with color keyed green vinyl top sports with original
engine and transmission. Original drive train accessories have been
chromed out to give the engine bay an "Old School Cool" look. Factory
options Premium Sport Vinyl Bucket seats with console, tinted windows,
fender mounted turn signals, dual Exhaust, Magnum 500 Wheels, and red line
bias-ply tires. She drives out rock steady, all accessories work. She
only needs one thing, for you to get in and drive! Call Patrick Krook for
69 Road Runner Burnout
1969 Road Runner smoking the tires a little. The car is running a 440 with
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.