And I'll put my Candy Apple Red 67 Camaro with a 350 LT1 out of the crate from the factory, 850 Holley double pumper, Edelbrock HiRise manifold, N50 (da fattest) Mickey Thompson meats, Keystone Rims, headers, (of course) exhaust cutouts,(to fool da cops) and a 456 rear end (torque baby) against Dave's wheels not only for catching the eye of babes but also in a race.
Just one of two I've owned. Unfortuantly sold them both. But I built em.
Dont make me scan em. Too much work.
Only lost one race on the street ever. 1970 Dodge Charger 440 trip deuces (three two barrel carbs) .. I got him off the line with the 456 rear end but his deuces opening (highlight of my life) as he just nipped me at the line was a great thrill.. quarter mile
Last time I ever really ran em. You have to be 16 and crazy for that shit.
But fuck that factory wheels shit.
Edit: I should add I was weighted down with two long haired screaming buddies shotgun and back seat or I would have easily nipped him. Fucker had it all.