.......so, this past Saturday, my 5 childhood friends show-up with a bushel of Maryland Crabs, (Old Bay seasoning of course) REAL HOAGIES (or sub-sandwiches as some call them) from Chester, Pa. and some Coors Lights for a belated 50th....YEA...I said 50th BD Party. After talking about the days of the all the cars we had (AND WISH WE KEPT....like the green 69 396/375 Nova SS with benchseat and T400 on the column I DIDN'T BUY and bought a 65 SS Impala with a 396/325) instead...DUH?!, spitting crab shells and drinking the hot sauce, at 2:30 am Sunday we head for the garage.....Yes, I took it out. Woke the neighbors up after puttin heat into the motor and took it on the Marne Highway. NOW, I don't know where you guys live, but even the Jersey Mosquitos were pissed when I shifted 1-2 the 2-3 at 7800! At 6800 in 3rd, I lifted in fear of the Mt Laurel pole-leece, and the needle being buried past 120mph...GOD as my witness, let alone the Stahl Tell-Tale tach! Man, I think I got the Baddest-Ass Musle car like the previous post asks for everyone opinion. If any of you get to South Jersey, drop me a line. The crabs, the Coors and the ride you will NEVER forget is on me!
