Opala SS x Gol GTS
Pega de 2 belos carros durante a Prova de fogo no Race Park Maringa 12/07/09
Opalão sai na frente mas o GTS ultrapassa na final
MAVECO É MAVECO.
Um dos melhores carros fabricado no mundo.
Maveco é Maveco...
Maverick Gt V8
Maverick do Leo, um pequeno pedaço da sua longa evoluçao... ainda tem mtas coisas por vir!!!
Pérola Negra Maverick V8 1974
Grade frontal do modelo Shelby Eleanor, Entradas de ar do capô, Presilhas de capô, Emblema lateral americano, Spoiler dianteiro e Aerofólio traseiro do modelo americano Grabber. Motor V8-302 vários detalhes cromados, Caixa original 4 marchas, Escapamentos 4x1 dimensionados, independentes e ronco lindo, Tampa do diferencial cromada, Bobina eletrôn., Ignição eletrôn., Freio a disco assistido com servofreio na dianteira, Rodas Punctual 6 pontas de liga 16' frente, 17' atrás, Pneus novos: traseiros japonês 245 Toyo, diant. 205; Ar-condicionado, Direção hidráulica, Vidros elétricos, Espelhos do GT em ambos lados, Faróis lisos, NEON luz negra embaixo, Vidros traseiros abrem perfeitamente, Porta-malas elétrico, Travas elétricas, Relógios fundo branco luz azul, Relógio temperatura, Isqueiro, Luz de teto. Os bancos, portas, teto, painel e porta-mala são de couro. Cinto 3 pontos, Módulo som 3000w com iluminação personalizada, Som com CD, DVD, MP3, MP4, MPEG, etc. Antena interna, Caixa selada acrílico transparente para o porta-malas, 4 alto falantes e 1 sub de 1000w. Carpete, tapetes e macaco novos. Carro único no Brasil
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. http://www.musclecarrestorations.com/suckow.html
Opala x Maverick
Opala tripla Weber 380cv x Maverick Quadrijet 390cv
