The year is 1989. I bought my '72 GP the year before. Everything was fine until I spun
a rod bearing. Needless to say, I had to save up the money to overhaul the engine.
A good friend of mine (former USAC engine builder) helped me with the cam/manifold
selection and assembly tips. By now, it's 1990. I'd just finished the installation of the
engine and was driving home after another friend set the Q-jet and tuned the
engine. Back then, IN 131 ( now Lewis and Clark Blvd) only had 4 stoplights on it.
I'm sitting at the stoplight just west of Applegate Lane when some punk in daddy's
5.0 Mustang pulls up. He looks over at the ol' GP, says something to his girlfriend
and laughs. He then started reving his engine. I WASN"T impressed! Taking his cue,
I powerbraked the GP and revved the engine just enough to open the butterflies on the
secondaries. The kid turned WHITE!! I looked over and asked him "Want to run 'em?"
He barely nodded his head. 100ft past the intersection I was already 2 carlengths
ahead. Never did see that kid again.
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