ok, here's another chance to tell your stories, only this time lets hear the good ones
My top three:
1: I was given the chance to ride in a full race prepped twin turbo Porsche 911 at a SCCA meet. After two hot laps I actually had marks from the 5-point belts digging into my shoulders and sides. Now that's power
2: my buddy (die-hard Corvette man) was talking trash about how no late model mustang could hit over 120MPH. I had 3.55 gears so he said that my speedo was off and that’s why I "thought" I could top 100. I was pissed and challenged him to prove it right then. We hit the highway and I was next to his Vette holding it wide open in every gear, my 140 speedo was buried. After we stopped he said that his digital speedo topped me out at 152MPH, he shut up after that
And finally 3: when I was 17 we all used to meet at a park just to hang out, do some illegal drinking etc. I had an 81 turbo Trans am (yes, they do exist 301 v8 with a low boost turbo) that had this weird habit of losing the rear brakes whenever you powerbraked it, giving you a fully locked up front end and a free to spin rear. I had just put on a new set of tires and wasn't really ready to waste them away. A couple of guys are showing off in little pintos and Monzas thinking they were doing cool smoke shows. My friend Pete comes over and gives me the "aren't you going to show them what a real car can do speech" I'm pushing back thinking of the hard earned $$ I just spent on tires. Pete's father was owner of a Saab dealership and he proceeds to tell me how if I burn these tires off he has a set of Pirelli’s at his house that are mine. I couldn't resist and sat there powerbraking the car through first and second gear. Smoke is pouring in through the rear speakers, the vents everywhere. After I was done you couldn't see the parking lot at all. To this day I have yet to see a car leave that much smoke, from new tires to slicks on smokeshow. I was scraping handfuls of rubber out of my wheelwells that night and the car smelled of burnt rubber for a good week later.
[ February 08, 2002: Message edited by: joekd ]
My top three:
1: I was given the chance to ride in a full race prepped twin turbo Porsche 911 at a SCCA meet. After two hot laps I actually had marks from the 5-point belts digging into my shoulders and sides. Now that's power
2: my buddy (die-hard Corvette man) was talking trash about how no late model mustang could hit over 120MPH. I had 3.55 gears so he said that my speedo was off and that’s why I "thought" I could top 100. I was pissed and challenged him to prove it right then. We hit the highway and I was next to his Vette holding it wide open in every gear, my 140 speedo was buried. After we stopped he said that his digital speedo topped me out at 152MPH, he shut up after that
And finally 3: when I was 17 we all used to meet at a park just to hang out, do some illegal drinking etc. I had an 81 turbo Trans am (yes, they do exist 301 v8 with a low boost turbo) that had this weird habit of losing the rear brakes whenever you powerbraked it, giving you a fully locked up front end and a free to spin rear. I had just put on a new set of tires and wasn't really ready to waste them away. A couple of guys are showing off in little pintos and Monzas thinking they were doing cool smoke shows. My friend Pete comes over and gives me the "aren't you going to show them what a real car can do speech" I'm pushing back thinking of the hard earned $$ I just spent on tires. Pete's father was owner of a Saab dealership and he proceeds to tell me how if I burn these tires off he has a set of Pirelli’s at his house that are mine. I couldn't resist and sat there powerbraking the car through first and second gear. Smoke is pouring in through the rear speakers, the vents everywhere. After I was done you couldn't see the parking lot at all. To this day I have yet to see a car leave that much smoke, from new tires to slicks on smokeshow. I was scraping handfuls of rubber out of my wheelwells that night and the car smelled of burnt rubber for a good week later.
[ February 08, 2002: Message edited by: joekd ]
....but, remember that Avenger from the "dummest things" post. Yup, had many a "good" times too! Those same MetroParks in Cleveland served us (future wife and I) very well. You could say although no where near as roomy as the back seat of an Intrepid, still better off than most small coupes. We made it work quite well. Now you're all saying I don't care, but the fun part about it all was the park closed at 11pm and rangers would regularly patrol. Well, we would sneak in after hours, midnight or so, find a parking lot and well...(no...thats not the only thing we did...stars are quite nice away from city pollution!) So anyway, one night they had gated off the parking lot behind our picnic area, so I, being creative and tricky, decided to drive my baby on the pedestrian walkway between the trees to the parking lot on the other side. Rangers would drive by on the access road, never once were we spotted in the rear parking area! Those were the good old days! Sorry if this wasn't quite the bill of coolest things done in your car, I thought it was verrrry hot, uhhh...cool! 
