Re: [AMC-List] Confused in Phoenix

["Widiker, John D" <john.widiker@xxxxxxx>]

 AWESOME story, I'm going to have a better day now just cause I read
that!

~J

-----Original Message-----
From: amc-list-bounces@xxxxxxx [mailto:amc-list-bounces@xxxxxxx] On
Behalf Of Michael Bailey
Sent: Wednesday, September 06, 2006 11:44 AM
To: amc-list@xxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [AMC-List] Confused in Phoenix

  I had a most bizarre experience this morning after picking up my son
from work.  While we were cruising Molly past a county mountain park, a
Chrysler 300 came up on my tail so fast I thought he was going to
actually hit me.  

He proceeded to honk plus accelerate up to my bumper over and over, and
flipped me off several times. The speed limit in that spot is 40, but of
course in Phoenix the custom is to run about 25 over, and the guy seemed
irritated that I was not following the custom.  I never do these days,
not for about 15 or 20 years now.

  Pretty soon there was room in the oncoming lanes, and as he blasted
past, the dude in the passenger seat pointed at my Gremlin and laughed,
flipped me off, then threw his coffee out the window.  All over my car. 

I don't know what it was, maybe because I hadn't had my coffee yet, and
this guy was wasting it. Don't know.  But I already knew it was
splitting out to two lanes on my side at 55, and surprisingly, when I
slapped the gas, I had no problem keeping up.  "300 man" gets tight up
on the next car and repeats the process with that person, then looks in
the mirror, and seems genuinely amazed to see Molly running the same
game on his tail. I couldn't stop myself from hitting the horn and
running up on him a couple of times myself.  My 22 year old son was
grinning from ear to ear.

  The guy goes into oncoming lanes again, and flies past that guy, more
bird waving etc., only to find himself waiting behind a tractor, as the
left lane was solid work trucks.  At this point the parkway on the other
side is full of commuters, so that route is out.  When he looks in the
rearview, there's Molly, irritating him something fierce from the look
on his face.  I was starting to think it was the song "Beep Beep Little
Rambler" coming to life. So I beep beeped.

  Pretty soon, he has a small opening on the left side of the road
again, and blows past the tractor.  I didn't follow this time, because a
couple of work trucks were turning off, and I knew there would be room,
plus there was a dump truck in front of him.  I had time. Quick dose of
leadfoot, and he's mine again.

  Mr. 300 checks the rearview once more, only to find a 74 Gremlin.
AGAIN?  Beep beep. He had nowhere to go this time, because there's a
stop light right there.  We ended up next to each other.  I didn't even
look at him, just pushed in the cigarrette lighter and took out a smoke.
My son goes, "You're gonna do it, right?"  I didn't think I was going
to, but as the green neared, I could hear the guy's idle rise as he
tried to pre-load the torque convertor, and the front of his car began
that little lift.  My hair began to stand up, and I knew I wasn't
resisting. I notched the floor shifter into 2nd.  In front of us was a
four lane state highway with a 75 limit.  As the moment approached, his
car was beginning to surge forward a tad.  

  When the green hit, I dropped the hammer while camly lighting my
cigarrette.  I had the guy cold on reaction time, but that ain't gonna
get it by itself. And that's the strange part.  I heard one hell of a
lot of fan noise, and them Flowmasters on the Chrysler were belting out
a beautiful tune, but I never saw him come up next to me.

  I slipped the shifter into drive at around 55, a nice hard shift.  I
watched as the odometer ticked off a half mile, still no 300, but I
could still hear it coming.  My speedo was nearing the 120 mark, which
I've always taken to mean more like 85 on a passenger car.  At the next
exit the guy got off without ever getting next to Molly.  We went on
home. 

  About an hour later, this guy and his friend were out in my driveway
walking around my car.  He wanted to know "what I had".  When I told him
it was a stock six, he insisted I lift the hood. I mean REALLY INSISTED.
So I did.

  You could just about hear his jaw hit the ground.  Dude was
dumbfounded. He asked about nitrous. nope, just stock carb.  He looked
at his friend, dazed, and that guy just licks his index finger, makes a
mark in the air, and says "Beep beep" with a big grin on his face.  The
300 guy turned beet red and told me he had 435 horsepower. I told him
he's full of crap unless his car weighs 8000 pounds. Told him next time
get an AMX.

 I don't know what happened, but I think his transmission is probably
slipping.  The only "performance modifications" to Molly are a .020
overbore, a .260 cam, a trans rebuild and shift kit, and the twin-grip
rear end that came with the original 3-speed manual. It's still got the
replacement one-barrel I bought in July when I did the cam. No header.
My son then admitted that he also smoked a brand new Charger on a milk
run without my knowledge.

Maybe I don't really need to build that six-pack, 5-speed setup after
all.
mike



 			
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