Setting the stage; Was running about 55 MPH returning from town with the Honda Foreman and 3 sacks of Quickcrete on the flatbed (concrete on top of the cross bed tool box as country law requires). The afternoon project involved going to the deer woods to do a little work. I notice a black Jeep Cherokee sorta pacing us in the mirror. Think that looks Laronnie's Track Hawk. Naw, going too slow.
Well, a couple miles later the Jeep pulls up along side, it is Laronnie, he grins, nods his head and points down the road. I shake my head yes, downshift to 4th, blow the horn and we both floor it. I'm nearly deafened when 700 hp suddenly roars to life about 6' from my left ear (note to self, roll window up next time).
Well, he pulls the '51 "Just a Little Bit"
taps the brakes just before he breaks the sound barrier and pulls back into my lane. I'm truly glad he shut it down cause things are getting a bit harry in the '51 as it approaches 60 MPH so I let off as well, letting it coast back to it's happy place. Don't want to overdrive the brakes ya know.
In reflection I am going to ask for a rematch, afterall I had a 600 lb. 4-Wheeler and 240 lbs. of concrete in the bed. I also forgot to turn on traction-control.
And what he doesn’t know is there’s a 261 in the shop just looking for a new home. DOUBLE the HP baby. He won’t know what happened.
Yep, I'm gonna Demand a do over.