Blown&Blue'66
07-07-2008, 12:25 PM
The following story was just sent to me by my adult son (now 43 year old) after I sent him the Z-06 flyby @ 198 MPH video this morning. I'm a bit ashamed of having done such a stupid deal with my then teenage son in the car with me, but seems to have left a mark in his memory bank. Hope you enjoy his retelling of the story...:burnout:
Dad,
"In case you don't remember, we took the corvette to watch races at a small local speedway (probably Rt. 40 going to Barberville Speedway or Rt. 44 going to New Smyrna Speedway in Florida- Mr. Blue). We were bopping somewhere near the speed limit, top down, enjoying the breeze on a long, straight, two-lane stretch of road when a souped up car ('57 Chevy?) pulled alongside. The guy moved ahead, then pulled back obviously challenging you to a race. You responded in kind to let him know you accepted.
He punched the gas and his car took off. You immediately did the same. As the corvette accelerated, we rapidly gained on the other car. I glanced over at the speedometer and saw we were going around 130 mph ... and still climbing. Looking over at the competition, it was obvious the other driver was annoyed and had his car pushed to the max.
You pulled alongside for a bit, then pushed on the gas a bit more to pull ahead. Suddenly, his car rapidly decelerated. I whipped my head around to see what had happened. You smiled as you said, "I sure hope he didn't blow his motor", then kicked the vette harder with even more gas.
The trees and road became a blur and the wind howled as we continued to accelerate. I looked down and was astonished to see the speedometer pegged out at 160 mph. How fast we were actually going was impossible to guess. After a moment, you slowly let off the gas and we returned to our "leisurely" drive to the races. However, watching the other racers that evening was fairly anti-climatic after experiencing that ride with you and your corvette." GEII
Dad,
"In case you don't remember, we took the corvette to watch races at a small local speedway (probably Rt. 40 going to Barberville Speedway or Rt. 44 going to New Smyrna Speedway in Florida- Mr. Blue). We were bopping somewhere near the speed limit, top down, enjoying the breeze on a long, straight, two-lane stretch of road when a souped up car ('57 Chevy?) pulled alongside. The guy moved ahead, then pulled back obviously challenging you to a race. You responded in kind to let him know you accepted.
He punched the gas and his car took off. You immediately did the same. As the corvette accelerated, we rapidly gained on the other car. I glanced over at the speedometer and saw we were going around 130 mph ... and still climbing. Looking over at the competition, it was obvious the other driver was annoyed and had his car pushed to the max.
You pulled alongside for a bit, then pushed on the gas a bit more to pull ahead. Suddenly, his car rapidly decelerated. I whipped my head around to see what had happened. You smiled as you said, "I sure hope he didn't blow his motor", then kicked the vette harder with even more gas.
The trees and road became a blur and the wind howled as we continued to accelerate. I looked down and was astonished to see the speedometer pegged out at 160 mph. How fast we were actually going was impossible to guess. After a moment, you slowly let off the gas and we returned to our "leisurely" drive to the races. However, watching the other racers that evening was fairly anti-climatic after experiencing that ride with you and your corvette." GEII