1973 Dodge Dart Swinger
Alright, now before a bunch of people start flipping out at me for abusing
this dart, realize its NOT your car. I won this car on ebay in 2005 for
230 bucks. And We had some fun with it, put a small dent in the door, the
ball joint went, then i sold it for 230 bucks to some dude who's gonna put
a ball joint in it, fix the rust, and possibly throw a 440 in the beast.
This dart is a stock 318 with a 904 behind it. Its nothing special, and
really rusted out. Especially the floor pans. I'm really not that big of
a fan of the body style, especially compared to the 63-66 body styles. I
really like the 64 and 65 darts. I sold my 64 dart in 2010, and still have
my 65 dart gt convertible 225 manual on the column. I got lucky and won
this car on ebay, and pretty much just bought it to use in the most fun
ways possible. We are NOT the kind of people who buy cars to restore, to
have these immaculate, shiny show pieces, that we hardly ever drive, that
we only take out so people will look at them and think, wow, that dude has
a nice car. We don't buy things so that other people think cool things
about us. we liked the car, and used it the way we like. And it did not
destroy the car. A few burn outs, locking up the brakes, a little water,
and some wobbly driving can't hurt a car. Thats one of the points of this
whole video, and something i think alot of people really need to learn.
This was a tough puppy. :)
Dodge Charger 1969 V8 440. Fraquinho hein!
Este modelo não possui o diferencial autoblocante, então no início deu
trabalho fazer as 2 rodas desgarrarem.
Um diferencial autoblocante possibilita que nunca uma só roda frite, ele
"linka" as 2 rodas em conjunto sempre. Este modelo não tinha.
Este é um pátio de apreensão de veículos, imaginamos que o carro iria
para leilão, então os engraçadinhos ficaram brincando com ele.
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.
1969 Dart GTS 340 Burn Out
A burnout video as promised. Here is a big thanks to all the folks at
http://www.forabodiesonly.com/ who helped me turn a trailer of parts into
this restored 1969 Dart GTS. Those were some sticky Mickey's after that.
Dodge Charger R/T - Auto Esporte Globo (alta qualidade)
Reportagem sobre o Dodge Charger R/T do programa Auto Esporte da Rede
Globo. Aborda três espécimes: Um R/T amarelo todo original, um Dart com
um veneno pequeno e um R/T branco com veneno médio. Pertencem à uma banda
de roqueiros. Os carros gritam mais do que as guitarras no volume 15
(segundo o guitarrista huahahahahahah)