Your Most Embarrasing Street Moment.

[Paul Ceasrine]

I have to agree, I don't think anyone can top Adger Smith's parachute jump!
I'll give it a try.
1972, still in High School and have a little money. I decide to abandon
my 67' 273 Cuda and break our family's Mopar tradition and purchase a GM vehicle, a 1970 Pontiac GTO 400/350HP 4-speed.
A pretty car, tan w/off-white vinyl top, and 'Endura' bumper, Ansen mags and F-60 x 15" GoodYear tires.
The owner told me it could run in the 13.00's.
I have the car about a week, babying it and acting like 'Joe Cool'.
I spend about a week on the prowl, looking for a chance to blow someone away.
Finally I get my chance, I pull up to a red-light and who is next to me,
my mother, in her 1970 Tor-Red, 340 Duster 4-speed, with a load of groceries and my little sister in the passenger side.
I figured, I'd let my mother take-off first, then I'd punch-it out, and blow her away.
Of course, I have a deadly 400 cubed GTO.
Well the light turns green, and she launches it, I immediately floor it, and what happens.
She keeps pulling away from me, and beats me by an easy half-dozen car lengths.
Later that night, my father asks me what happened. I told him the truth, and that the GTO was supposed to run in the 13.00's.
He took the GTO out for a test drive, and came back.
Told me the GTO wouldn't do 13.00's if you pushed it off the side of a mountain.
I put it up 'For Sale' 1-week later.
Destroyed by the family 340 Duster, with my mother (all 5' 1" and 110 lbs. of her).driving.
Paul