Well boys, I was out cruising around last night on Highway 56 in my little ol' Fiero when this Cherry Red Lamborghini Diablo zoomed up beside me. I looked over and saw this dude thumbing his nose at me. He went on and passed me then slowed down to a crawl just daring me to try and pass him. I dropped the hammer and swung around him. I heard him kick it in too as I pulled up next to him. I already had my foot glued to the floor, so I hit the switch for the afterburners. Instantly, I was slammed back into my seat and began pulling away from him like crazy. My speedometer started going around a second time as his headlights were fading fast from my rear view mirror. Soon the speedo needle went around a third time and then around again and again. Everything was a blurr. Suddenly, I heard a ear splitting KABOOM. It took me a second or two to realize that I had just broke the sound barrier. Since the Lamborghini was about 50 miles behind me by now, I decided to shut it down. Whew, what a rush. When will these jerks learn! Don't mess with a Fiero!

Bryan? Wake up, Bryan? Oh look, he's sleeping. He must be having a dream, look at the smile on his face. I won't wake him.
Everyone sssshhhh, We don't want to wake him.
:)
Dan-O

Huh? What? Oh! That sure was one wonderful dream. I even woke up with a woodie! But hey, that gives me a great idea. What if I took a surplus jet engine out of an Air Force F-4 fighter... hmmmm...

I heard a tale of a guy who installed booster rockets from a jet on his beater car. Living in the wide open expanses out west somewhere he figured he could get away with it.
When the cops found him the next day his brake rotors had completly melted in his attempt to stop the car before hitting a mountain. Needless to say there wasnt much of a car left, maybe we should all just dream!

I read that article, the guy didn't try to stop just slow down, his brakes melted like you said and then his tires literally exploded sending him upwards, thats when he hit the side of the mountain, a couple of hundred feet up. The forensic ppl thought it was an airplane crash until they examined what was left of the wreckage.

Sorry,that mountain/rocket/car fable is as easy to believe as the one about the ill-fated Vietnam soldiers mom who was selling his '67 Stingray with 400 miles,for $200 many years after he'd failed to come home.
Boeing did have a"Turbine Program"in the '60s;they had a couple Chrysler 300s,a duece roadster(my favorite),and a couple of semi trucks.Wonder whatever happened to those cars?Also a couple of aircraft engineers had a cigarette boat with an old APU(1200+HP)for power,sounded neat.

That story was really funny and involved a guy, his 58 Impala, a JATO bottle, three miles of desert road and a mountain. It was on Art Bell's website as a Darwin Award (given to anyone who cleans up the gene pool by getting rid of himself by doing something stupid. Read the thing. Whether it's true or not, I had a whole coffee counter cracking up laughing.

After reading Olympic's funny Geo Metro story, I decided to dredge up this old thread that I started many moons ago. Many of the newer members may not of read it yet.

I don't know what's more damaging to my body - the neck snapping acceleration of my 4-banger Fiero, or the jolt I received being swept back in time to this old thread!

I have to start looking at the dates on these posts...I thought I had heard that story before....