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Started by F Body, August 03, 2006, 10:37:00 AM

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55starchief

Good one less piece of italian crap on the roads of this world

Roadkill

They don't have a very good record for skillful drivers, do they ?

55starchief

Quoting: Roadkill


They don't have a very good record for skillful drivers, do they ?


Lets face facts they are bought by footballers and they aint the brightest people on the planet just got lots of money and no taste

ianjpage


FUBAR

another one bites the dust...
It's the time that we kill that keeps us alive...

Roadkill

What do they look like in one piece, BTW ?

F Body

Update :

From the horses mouth - After speaking to the driver it appears he was going close to 200mph, and hit a bump in the road that sent him airborne. The car rolled 7 times and was flat as a pancake. Fortunetly he was wearing a helmet. He has cracked vertebrae in his neck and back, 4 broken ribs, broken sternum, some broken fingers, and the only surgery he made need is on his thumb.
Nothing life threatening then

He is refusing pain medication because he thinks he needs to be punished!


For driving a Ferrari

55starchief

This is the road race where they close the road for a couple of days and anyone can drive it from memory. Remember reading an article about some guys with a vette saying they had gone back to a huge carb as the injection couldnt fuel the engine also a lot of the tyre manufacturers wont guarantee the tyres for prolonged high speed use again from memory michelin refused to let any tyres with their name be run in case a fault occored

philoldsmobile

Quoting: 55starchief
Lets face facts they are bought by footballers and they aint the brightest people on the planet just got lots of money and no taste



this is very true....

philoldsmobile

Quoting: Roadkill
What do they look like in one piece, BTW ?



black and decker dust buster...



dustbuster.....









ferrari enzo..


55starchief


HardRockCamaro

Isn't that the Silver State Classic that they run in Nevada?
It's awesome.
But he had no chance anyway, "Big Red" normally wins it.





It has a 540ci rat motor originally built by John Lingenfelter and makes 874BHP at 7,000rpm


Video:
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From Hotrod magazine:


The Porsche and Ferrari wa***rs never knew what they were getting themselves into. The second running of the Silver State Classic was expected to be much like the first -- a group of high rollers bringing together their European exotics and assorted oddball sports cars (with a handful of Corvettes, Panteras, and other domestics thrown in) to let it all hang out on a closed section of highway in the remote desert of Ely, Nevada.

The Euro supercar owners at best tolerated the Vette guys and were confident that a red Italian car would run the highest speed of the event. It would be a red car, that's for sure, but not one of theirs.

That's when it happened. Amid the polite conversations of tire ratings and frequent V-12 tune-ups there came a rumble that seemed to generate from well below the earth's crust. We hot rodders in attendance recognized it as the sound of a high-compression big-block Chevy firing up. The rest weren't quite sure what was happening until R.J. Gottlieb backed Big Red out of the trailer, clunked the Jerico into First gear, and slowly idled the surging, barking, bright red '69 Camaro between the rows of shiny new sports cars toward its space next to father Dan's hot rodded '91 Corvette. After R.J. backed it in and hit the switch to kill the 800-horse Rat motor, the world seemed eerily quiet.

Normally, a crowd would gather around such a spectacle, but not here. Not today. The other competitors kept their distance, and all they could do was stare, mouths agape in sad realization that they would all be racing for Second Place, and even then, nobody would care. For this garish American "godawful hotrod" was sure to not only eat their lunch, but to also spit it back in their face and walk off with their trophy wife.

Sure enough, with HOT ROD's Joe Pettitt doing little more than providing right-side ballast, Big Red destroyed the 94-mile course in 27 minutes, 54 seconds, for an average speed of 197.99 mph and a radar-recorded 222-mph top-end velocity. That was in 1989, and the legend of Big Red had just begun.