What did you do with your Mustang today?
9/8/16, 06:40 AM
I Have No Life
I swapped out the factory driveshaft for a shaft from a friend's '12 Roush
Mine had developed a noise in the rear section:
His was nice and solid:
The swap eliminated a clunk I was getting when putting a load on the driveline.
Noise gone, the car actually feels more eager to take off.
Can't wait to drive it again!!
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Mine had developed a noise in the rear section:
His was nice and solid:
The swap eliminated a clunk I was getting when putting a load on the driveline.
Noise gone, the car actually feels more eager to take off.
Can't wait to drive it again!!
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9/8/16, 06:45 AM
I Have No Life
Well, I can tell you that a stock Z06 will not in fact outrun my Shelby. Yes, I've had some work done on it of course, but when a ****ing whiny ***** comes up and says his stock '16 Z06 will take my built Shelby in a quarter mile by a car-length, them's fightin' words.
Ironically, I met two such individuals over the long weekend, but the other gentleman was at least considerate that my Shelby might in fact be able to beat him. The whiny ***** got a DPS friend of his to shut down a seldom-used road yesterday morning for half a mile for about five minutes while we raced.
Sure enough, he was sniffing my fumes three full car lengths behind me when I crossed the finish line with his friends laughing their collective asses off at him. As it turned out, it was only two tenths of a mile, not a full quarter--for which he should be very glad. It was bad. Ohhhh it was BAD. He gets out, walks over and accuses me of cheating. On a road he drives regularly, just outside of his hometown, with HIS friend the DPS officer putting his job on the line, he accuses me of cheating. What's cheating, I asked? "You ****in' did something, there's no way that piece of **** could outrun me if I wasn't being cheated against." Yeah, I did do something. I walked his ***. I repeated that he had roughly 400lbs of weight advantage on me, while I had over 130WHP on him. I told him that if he can't understand the difference in the power:wt, he needed to go back to college and take some math courses. I also reiterated that I wasn't on stock tires (he was), I smoked mine before we ran to get them sticky enough for the launch, he didn't, and oh yeah, I had 130WHP more than he did. I told him that I said Sunday night at the restaurant I was going to walk him, I tried to spare him from the embarrassment in front of his friends (who all showed up after he challenged me at the restaurant), who by the way were KILLING him for losing to me. Never shook my hand, cursed a bunch of times, swore I cheated, got in his car, spun his tires and overrevved his engine and took off. DPS guy comes down, tells everyone to clear out and then says to me, "Glad no one got hurt but I'm also glad you whipped his ***. He's been needing that ever since he bought that piece of crap chevy and won't shut the **** up about it. Thanks, you made my week."
Ironically, I met two such individuals over the long weekend, but the other gentleman was at least considerate that my Shelby might in fact be able to beat him. The whiny ***** got a DPS friend of his to shut down a seldom-used road yesterday morning for half a mile for about five minutes while we raced.
Sure enough, he was sniffing my fumes three full car lengths behind me when I crossed the finish line with his friends laughing their collective asses off at him. As it turned out, it was only two tenths of a mile, not a full quarter--for which he should be very glad. It was bad. Ohhhh it was BAD. He gets out, walks over and accuses me of cheating. On a road he drives regularly, just outside of his hometown, with HIS friend the DPS officer putting his job on the line, he accuses me of cheating. What's cheating, I asked? "You ****in' did something, there's no way that piece of **** could outrun me if I wasn't being cheated against." Yeah, I did do something. I walked his ***. I repeated that he had roughly 400lbs of weight advantage on me, while I had over 130WHP on him. I told him that if he can't understand the difference in the power:wt, he needed to go back to college and take some math courses. I also reiterated that I wasn't on stock tires (he was), I smoked mine before we ran to get them sticky enough for the launch, he didn't, and oh yeah, I had 130WHP more than he did. I told him that I said Sunday night at the restaurant I was going to walk him, I tried to spare him from the embarrassment in front of his friends (who all showed up after he challenged me at the restaurant), who by the way were KILLING him for losing to me. Never shook my hand, cursed a bunch of times, swore I cheated, got in his car, spun his tires and overrevved his engine and took off. DPS guy comes down, tells everyone to clear out and then says to me, "Glad no one got hurt but I'm also glad you whipped his ***. He's been needing that ever since he bought that piece of crap chevy and won't shut the **** up about it. Thanks, you made my week."
9/8/16, 07:49 AM
Legacy TMS Member
9/8/16, 09:40 AM
Shelby GT500 Member
Why the hell would I make it up? It's too funny to be a made-up story anyway.
The guy told me to be at a certain place the next morning, so I showed up. He and a bunch of his friends were there. True to his word, there was a DPS trooper there as well, told us we had five minutes to get this done. I got in, waited for all his friends to drive down to the other end of the "track," smoked the tires for a couple of seconds, took off and whipped his ***. Not really all that amazing or surprising...at least not down here in Texas.
The guy told me to be at a certain place the next morning, so I showed up. He and a bunch of his friends were there. True to his word, there was a DPS trooper there as well, told us we had five minutes to get this done. I got in, waited for all his friends to drive down to the other end of the "track," smoked the tires for a couple of seconds, took off and whipped his ***. Not really all that amazing or surprising...at least not down here in Texas.
9/8/16, 10:12 AM
A Man Just Needs Some....
Why the hell would I make it up? It's too funny to be a made-up story anyway.
The guy told me to be at a certain place the next morning, so I showed up. He and a bunch of his friends were there. True to his word, there was a DPS trooper there as well, told us we had five minutes to get this done. I got in, waited for all his friends to drive down to the other end of the "track," smoked the tires for a couple of seconds, took off and whipped his ***. Not really all that amazing or surprising...at least not down here in Texas.
The guy told me to be at a certain place the next morning, so I showed up. He and a bunch of his friends were there. True to his word, there was a DPS trooper there as well, told us we had five minutes to get this done. I got in, waited for all his friends to drive down to the other end of the "track," smoked the tires for a couple of seconds, took off and whipped his ***. Not really all that amazing or surprising...at least not down here in Texas.
9/8/16, 10:18 AM
Shelby GT500 Member
9/8/16, 12:32 PM
I Have No Life
Why the hell would I make it up? It's too funny to be a made-up story anyway.
The guy told me to be at a certain place the next morning, so I showed up. He and a bunch of his friends were there. True to his word, there was a DPS trooper there as well, told us we had five minutes to get this done. I got in, waited for all his friends to drive down to the other end of the "track," smoked the tires for a couple of seconds, took off and whipped his ***. Not really all that amazing or surprising...at least not down here in Texas.
The guy told me to be at a certain place the next morning, so I showed up. He and a bunch of his friends were there. True to his word, there was a DPS trooper there as well, told us we had five minutes to get this done. I got in, waited for all his friends to drive down to the other end of the "track," smoked the tires for a couple of seconds, took off and whipped his ***. Not really all that amazing or surprising...at least not down here in Texas.
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rpoppertdomi (9/14/16)
9/8/16, 01:14 PM
A Man Just Needs Some....
Back in the day we had a few officers that had race cars. We had grudge match races every weekend. Usually those guys were right in the middle of it. Had to shut it down when the idiots started bringing trailer cars there.
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rpoppertdomi (9/14/16)
9/8/16, 11:00 PM
In the mid to late 70s the cops(a couple of them)let us mark the 1/8 and 1/4 mile on a road outside of town,was a Friday,Saturday thing. The road itself was about 6 sections before its 1st bend so it was used for top end runs also. Ahhhhhh the good old days gone by.
9/9/16, 01:21 AM
Shelby GT500 Member
9/9/16, 01:29 AM
Shelby GT500 Member
That is neat that you have cops willing to allow that. You have way cooler popo there than here. Literally here, it's a russian roulette type of even whenever I drive my car out of my neighborhood. My car is low key enough (thankfully) that it doesn't garner tooooo much attention, unlike my red RX7 and Z.
9/9/16, 01:33 AM
Shelby GT500 Member
Always someone that's gotta draw attention to that kind of thing and when they do they ruin it for everyone. Things like this work only when they're unofficial, under the table, kept quiet and small. You start ****ing around and trailering in cars for that kind of thing, the wrong people are going to learn about it fast. I hate it when dumb ****s ruin things for everyone else because they can't stand for someone else to be a little better or faster than them.
9/9/16, 07:59 AM
A Man Just Needs Some....
Always someone that's gotta draw attention to that kind of thing and when they do they ruin it for everyone. Things like this work only when they're unofficial, under the table, kept quiet and small. You start ****ing around and trailering in cars for that kind of thing, the wrong people are going to learn about it fast. I hate it when dumb ****s ruin things for everyone else because they can't stand for someone else to be a little better or faster than them.
