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So are you saying that all the cars back in the days way before our time that didnt have a/c or p/s because it wasnt invented yet are not street cars. Your arguement makes no sense at all. I had a jeep that didnt have either so I guess it wasnt a street car either.

Granted I dont have that v8 rumble but I made a custom exhaust that made my blowers almost as loud as a 03 cobra and alot of people turn their heads to look or ask me about it. It comes out of the water quick to which is good for skiing and what not. I would rule them out yet, like I said, you can pick up a lightly used one for your price. Hell I have seen a few for 15k or so.

I dunno how you feel about jet drive boats joe but I picked mine up for a steal at 22k. Its an 06 20' speedster, had 10 hours on it. You can buy all the racks and ski tower for it and make it what you want. It doesnt have a toilet but I honestly think you wont use that as much as you think.

Having power steering and a/c doesnt make it "a true street car"

Ray did the track get worse or temps get hotter. Seems like each pass got alil slower and slower. Just wondering. Still badass man. Your car is coming along and really moving now. Congrats on the badass times.

Should of sprayed the motor while it was on the limiter sitting there.

INBFOR15'S

Cool i will be in touch with you here soon.

Sure do, know them very well.

It all started when our over-heralded star, Uncle Tom, woke up in a swamp. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling barely stunned, Uncle Tom poked a banana, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he realized that his beloved Nitrous was missing! Immediately he called his redheaded stepchild of a 'friend', Junior. Uncle Tom had known Junior for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were striking ones. Junior was unique. He was easygoing though sometimes a little... funny-smelling. Uncle Tom called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. Junior picked up to a very mad Uncle Tom. Junior calmly assured him that most South American hissing sloths yawn before mating, yet spotted wolf hamsters usually earnestly yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Uncle Tom. Why was Junior trying to distract Uncle Tom? Because he had snuck out from Uncle Tom's with the Nitrous only eight days prior. It was a curious little Nitrous... how could he resist? It didn't take long before Uncle Tom got back to the subject at hand: his Nitrous. Junior grimaced. Relunctantly, Junior invited him over, assuring him they'd find the Nitrous. Uncle Tom grabbed his George Foreman grill and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Junior realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the Nitrous and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Uncle Tom took the noise-polluting import, he had take at least eight minutes before Uncle Tom would get there. But if he took the TT Corvette? Then Junior would be really screwed. Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Junior was interrupted by nine selfish kitty cats that were lured by his Nitrous. Junior shuddered; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling relieved, he thoughtfully reached for his carrot and aimlessly slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the TT Corvette rolling up. It was Uncle Tom. ----o0o---- As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Jim's House of Wings to pick up a 12-pack of gerbils, so he knew he was running late. With a quick leap, Uncle Tom was out of the TT Corvette and went surreptitiously jaunting toward Junior's front door. Meanwhile inside, Junior was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the Nitrous into a box of wolverines and then slid the box behind his George Foreman grill. Junior was frustrated but at least the Nitrous was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' Junior surreptitiously purred. With a skillful push, Uncle Tom opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some funny-smelling spite-toting jerk in a gas-guzzling, ecology-destroying, tankish SUV,' he lied. 'It's fine,' Junior assured him. Uncle Tom took a seat not remotely close to where Junior had hidden the Nitrous. Junior sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But Uncle Tom was distracted. Unaware of the bleakness of existence, Junior noticed a pestering look on Uncle Tom's face. Uncle Tom slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' Junior felt a stabbing pain in his ear when Uncle Tom asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the Nitrous right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on Uncle Tom's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's carrots from when she used to have pet disease-carrying chipmunks. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. Uncle Tom nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Junior could react, Uncle Tom skillfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The Nitrous was plainly in view. Uncle Tom stared at Junior for what what must've been eleven minutes. As if it really mattered Junior groped sassily in Uncle Tom's direction, clearly desperate. Uncle Tom grabbed the Nitrous and bolted for the door. It was locked. Junior let out a flamboyant chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Uncle Tom,' he rebuked. Junior always had been a little oafish, so Uncle Tom knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Junior did something crazy, like... start chucking carrots at him or something. Just as zero people expected he gripped his Nitrous tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. Junior looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from Uncle Tom. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for Uncle Tom. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. Junior walked over to the window and looked down. Uncle Tom was gone. ----o0o---- Just yonder, Uncle Tom was struggling to make his way through the magical cornfield behind Junior's place. Uncle Tom had severely hurt his shin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral kitty cats suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the Nitrous. One by one they latched on to Uncle Tom. Already weakened from his injury, Uncle Tom yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of kitty cats running off with his Nitrous. About six hours later, Uncle Tom awoke, his kidney throbbing. It was dark and Uncle Tom did not know where he was. Deep in the enchanting magical cornfield, Uncle Tom was alarmingly lost. In a tragically predictable turn of events, he remembered that his Nitrous was taken by the kitty cats. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a enormous kitty cat emerged from the lemur-infested moor. It was the alpha kitty cat. Uncle Tom opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the kitty cat sunk its teeth into Uncle Tom's double chin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Uncle Tom's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure. Less than six miles away, Junior was entombed by anguish over the loss of the Nitrous. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade. With a deft thrust, he buried it deeply into his scalp. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about Uncle Tom... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the Nitrous that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant kitty cats, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

http://melodymaker.posterous.com/the-reason-some-girls-stay-single-very-funny

His username is Hua, I didnt post in your thread on there, just read it.

Putting on my tin foil hat..

More info on this?

No, I use Hua's account to post over there since he has a OG account.

LOL at you posting this on OT as well. Haha, I just read your thread.

Fuck I am gonna see if I cant find another 150$ truck off of craigslist to take back there and launch.

Meet in the middle?

I think a thin head gasket, good heads, beefy cam (maybe flycut pistons to fit) and ported fast 90/90 or 92 1 7/8's headers, no cats, electric water pump, alot of timing and good air intake would definetly be a close call to 500. Doubt it would be fun to street drive but it could easily be tuned to make it drivable.

http://ls1tech.com/forums/generation-iii-internal-engine/732392-recipe-500-rwhp-heads-cam.html http://www.ls1tech.com/forums/dynamometer-results-comparisons/1157946-6-0-gto-l92-heads-508rwhp.html http://www.ls1gto.com/forums/showthread.php?t=291879 There is a few combos that did it.

If it is a stock bottom end car, it will be hard to get there without some spray. expect 450-470rwhp with ls1 head cam cars with all other bolt ons.

http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/1969-Camaro-COPO-ZL1clone-427-LS7-T56-Lemans-Blue_W0QQitemZ110428720492QQcmdZViewItemQQptZUS_Cars_Trucks?hash=item19b6108d6c&_trksid=p4506.c0.m245

OT has a 30 page thread goin with these. They are all of that site.

Are the trails big enough to take gators and rhinos down them? If so I might bring one out to ride with.

There is a reason they are more expensive.