The 180 MPH 1969 Dodge Daytona: "Project Angrier"
The Smoking Tire heads to East Hampton to terrorize yuppies in the baddest
muscle car around: Mr. Angry's 1969 Dodge Daytona. Blasphemous to some,
envied by others, this is one tire-shredding muscle machine we'll take in
our garage any day.
1967 Pontiac Firebird 20 Year Cold Start
We work on starting my new 67 Firebird after it has been sitting for 20
years untouched in Wasilla, Alaska. The tags expired in 1989. It has the
original Overhead Cam Inline Six Engine. Before starting it we put oil down
the cylinders, primed the oil system, changed the oil and replaced the Cap,
Rotor, Plugs, and Points. A Complete restoration is planned for the
1980 ProTouring TA 640+HP - Restore a muscle Car, Overseas Project
One of the two 1980 ProTouring Trans Ams we are putting the finishing
touches on for a client overseas! Just a quick little video of the TA in
the shop parking lot! We will be posting a lot more video and pictures of
these cars over the next couple weeks! Full DSE suspension, minitub, Year
One Billet Snowflake wheels, custom Phoenix Graphix Decals, emblems, Big
Block motor pushing over 640HP with Super Street Figher turbo 400 Transmissions!
BEST OF Street Racing 2013 - 1320Video
The BEST street races of 2013 brought to you by 1320Video. We bring you 40
of the craziest cars, closest calls, and most intense street races of the
year! With cars ranging between 400hp and 2000hp, there's some truly
insane shit in this video! Over 20 minutes of crazy street racing action!
See some of your favorite 1320Video feature cars including: The Beater
Bomb, Stangkilr, 3Dx Evo, UGR Lambos, FR8Train, LSXWillys, BoostedGT, Barefoot Ronnie, Flip, 1320Video's
ZR-1, Dominator, Student Driver, Whiteboy, Monza, and more!
One Good Reason To Stay - Barrie Gledden / Jason Pedder
Levels - Pete Masitti / John Andrew Barrow
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...
10 second 68 Firebird Sacramento Raceway 1987
This 68 Firebird was my first car purchased when I was 17 in 1977. The car
is currently undergoing a frame-off restoration.
At the time this video was taken in 1987 it was powered by a 455 Pontiac
The best ¼ mile performance was an ET of 10.87 and a MPH of 124.83 WITHOUT
the aid Nitrous oxide.
The heads are ported factory cast iron D-Ports cast# 48.
Crankshaft is factory 455
Rods are factory 73/74 455 Super-Duty
Camshaft is a Cam Dynamics solid flat-tappet with .618/.644" lift (1.65
rockers) 265/275 @.050 duration
Advertised duration is 312/322 int/exh
Pistons are Ross flat-tops yielding 12:1 compression ratio with the 69cc
Carburetion is 2 660cfm Holley center squirters mounted on a Doug
Nash/Warrior tunnel-ram manifold.
The differential is a Dana 60 with a 4.10 ratio gear set
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.