I had my ass handed to me tonight by a '71 Chevelle SS 350. Not just a small chunk of my ass, but like it got supersized before he handed me the WHOLE DAMN THING!!! Like I was standing still. He looked over and said, "You wanna go?", Me being the moron, knowing that if he's askin' he knows he can take me. Light turns green and he goes like a bat outta hell right off the line. Once I got going I slowly gained, but never passed. Maybe if I had another mile I'm sure my accel pump is too light. I put my foot in it and the carb was like, "What, Gas? Now? You're kidding right?" Course I'm very sure the Chevy was running way deeper than my 3.70's in his pumpkin, and he had the obvious drag shock stance on the front end. I shoulda KNOWN better!!! AAARRRGGHHHH!!!!!!!!
This is all I saw......