Groovelle Posted Mar 21, 2012, 12:30 am

Just got off work, took the '72 (Chevelle) down the regular streets to my house.  Two nice longshots to home.  Cruising, late night, a Corvette appears.  C5, older gentleman behind the wheel. We pull up to a stoplight.  He revs at me.  I look over at him, look back at the road.  Green light, I take off, real slow. Next light, he revs again.  I ignore him.  Green light.  Take off real slow. Third light.  He gives his engine a roar.  This guy just ain't gettin' it.  I look over, gave him my best "not today pal" with the eyes.  Green light, he takes off kinda fast.  I stay stopped for a second or two, then, gave it a bit of gas, nice and slow **BAM** Sounds like my car exploded, man, after a 12 hour shift on my feet, I don't have the energy for this tonight, pulled it over into the parking lot, pushed the car uphill next to a light post, looked everything over.  It sounded like metal grinding when I tried to turn her over.  Made a call, got picked up by a friend. Next day, after fireball after carb fireball we sit, looking at the now dead Chevy.  Wait a sec, what's this...  The damned distributer was turned all the way to the side.  Sure enough, the timing had reset, someone didn't torque down the dizzy bolt.  Woops. Gave it a twist and she started right up.  So a kill, a Corvette, and an early morning win - and nothing the mods can do about it And to think, that coulda been real embarrassing. I originally wrote this in a car forum I used to frequent.  Damn mods wrote me up for street racing, deleted my post and edited the hell out of it when I reposted under a different title.  Argh, the f$%&^@ng fascists.  I'm just so angry I could write a manifesto.  Needed a place to vent.  So, it's back home with you guys. It feels good to be home.