The She Beast is alive 2 1968 Roadrunner
This is our second installment in "The She Beast is alive" Roadunner
She's out on the streets and In the public eye for the 1st time since 1980.
Oh is she sweet.
When she goes by men reach out and try to touch her and women just cover
thier mouths and giggle Uncontrollably..
She is an animal and everyone wants to get closer.
1966 Buick Convertible Barn Find Rescue, Part 1
This is the story of a '66 Buick Special convertible that had been
abandoned in Arizona in 1978 by the family of Rick Pewe, editor of 4-Wheel
& Off-Road magazine. In 2011, the guys from HOT ROD Magazine, in
conjunction with Rick, spent four days bringing the car back from the dead
with plans to drive it home from Phoenix to Los Angeles. This is part 1,
with the hacking fun the guys had rescuing the car. Look for part two,
loaded with road-trip hilarity. The story is printed in the September 2011
issue of HOT ROD Magazine.
1968 Plymouth Satellite RESTO-MOD
My Plymouth Roadrunner clone that recently underwent a complete makeover.
Some of the finer details:
Paint: 2010 Ford Mustang
Wheels: Boss 338 (18x8 / 18x9.5)
Tires: Nitto NT-05 (245/40R18 / 285/35R18)
Headlights: Ultima 5 3/4" LED Halo (white) -
Taillights: Custom LED kit
Exhaust: 3.5" w/ headers, x-pipe and
Seats: 2009 Challenger "Heritage Edition"
Center Console: 2004 Cadillac Deville
Hood Ornament: Ricker Designs Custom Fender Art
Riding In A 69 Road Runner
This is a 69 Road Runner that we have own for many years.It has a 440 in it
now.Lets go for a ride.Motor has been balanced,power max cam,boared 30
over.It is a six pack motor,not six barrel.If we hadn't owned it for 38
years,I would sell it and buy a HEMI Challenger,but she is like one of the
Sexy Dayanis Garcia takes ride in a 900hp Evo IX
Music : Sadik Beatz -- Rock (Dubstep Beat)
During a photoshoot with Joel Antoine Photography we took a short break to
take Dayanis for a few pulls in the 900hp Evo IX. Enjoy!
2.2 liter stroker billet crank
Force Performance GT3794 HTA
Custom built transmission from TRE with an HKS 4:11 final drive
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.