Post #126451 by johntiki on Fri, Nov 19, 2004 1:40 PM

Luckily my wife and I moved from our old neighborhood 2 years ago or I would be writing on this topic for the next 3 months! Oh the hell with it...for ol' times sake... There was this group of people, might have been a family, couldn't really tell...there was always a bunch of scary looking, greasy, bearded guys hanging around with their heads buried under the hoods of an entire fleet of, I'm not exaggerating, 9 Chevy Novas. The unusual thing was that not one of the cars had a speck of paint on them or any components that would make them street legal. Earthshaking straight exhausts with no mufflers, big-ass drag slicks, rebel flag stickers, I think one of them even had a roll cage in it! But anyway, the one car that must have been the favorite was the orange primered dragster complete with wheelie bars and a blower. These assholes used to fire up that damn car hourly, every day of the f-ing week! They wouldn't drive it much but just crank it up, give it some gas and let it idle. The windows in our house used to vibrate in tune with their straight pipes! On occasion they'd take it out of the neighborhood and I'm not kidding, you could hear them getting into it on the Route 1 bypass at least 3 miles away! I don't miss those bastards one bit!