2012 Dodge Charger vs Ford Mustang GT
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Dodge Charger RT vs Ford Mustang GT Drag Race
This was filmed at Bandimere Speedway in Morrison Colorado.
Elevation is just under 6000 feet above sea level.
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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 !!
Bullitt Mustang Music Video Raw Footage HD
When was the last time the Black Charger was chased through the streets of
San Francisco by the Green Bullitt Mustang? I mean, really chased, in
real life, not on the movie screen or on a DVD. You would all have to say
it was in 1968 when the cult classic movie "Bullitt" was being filmed. Not
so! It happened on Tuesday, February 22, 2011, on a bright and sunny San
Francisco day. I kid you, not. We were there!
It all started a week before with a phone call to Ron Bramlett here at Mustangs Plus in Stockton,
California. The call came from a production company in Malibu, California.
The person on the other end of the phone said that they would like to use
Mustangs Plus' Bullitt
Tribute Mustang for
re-creating the famed Bullitt chase scene from the movie. Our first thought
was, "Yeah, right! What kind of deal are they trying to get us into?" But,
as we talked, it became clear that this was the real deal. The production
company had arranged with the city of San Francisco to shut the streets
down and to be able to film at many of the original locations for a music
video for a Grammy winning artist. Our interest was peaked, to say the
The video posted here is the raw video taken with my my mini HD hand cam.
Hopefully we will be getting the professional video soon! When I do keep
your eyes open. I will be posting more footage here!
1968 Charger / 1969 Daytona - /BIG MUSCLE Garage
The 1968 Dodge Charger and the 1969 Dodge Daytona. Two cars based off the
same platform with very different personalities. These two old sleds are
different though, 'cause well, they belong to me (your host) and they're
the reason that BIG MUSCLE exists today. These are not show ponies,
cruisers or weekend projects, but two warhorses that have been run in some
of the toughest long distance and performance events in the United States.
Built for reliability, power and performance, they are not technological
marvels, but old school resto-mods that have been updated for one reason
and one reason only - to put smiles on the faces of all those who see them.
Dodge Challenger SRT8 392 vs. Shelby GT350
Video of our muscle car showdown between the 2011 Dodge Challenger SRT8 392
and the 2012 Shelby GT350. Only 1492 Challengers like this one will be
built, and Shelby has a cap of 2200, with only 500. Read the Dodge
Challenger SRT8 392 vs. Shelby GT350 photos and comparison test here:
Dodge Charger R/T 440 Burnout
A friend of mine burning some rubber with his 1968 Dodge Charger R/T 440.
Under the bonnet the car has got a 440cu (7.2L) Magnum Big Block V8 engine
which pumps out around 320HP...
and would you listen to the sound!!!..it's just astonishing...
a true legend, a real american muscle car...
just brilliant...i absolutely love it...
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.