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Originally Posted by Java Junky
Yeah.
That kind'a entertainment'z 'most alwayz available in this over-populated armpit'a the universe too 2.
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So what are the chances but the next day the kid tucks in behind me, same time same place. My God the awefull racket of that turbo and blow off valve was insane! I could hear it REAL well with the top down and him 4 inches from my rear bumper. Everytime he shifted it sounded like pushing a knife into a tire. I could NOT live with that racket. Not for a second.
EDIT: Last time I let someone from behind push me into nailing it was around 1970, At night driving the 64 LeSabre with the 364. I took off like a raped ape, two ton's of steel roaring like an avalanche, till the guy behind me put on his cop lights and ticketed the hell outa me! Oops..