Hot Rod VW General Stories Thread
Neil Davies:
Even my little 1641 Ghia could get the drop on a Civic! Coming back from uni one night i pulled into Wolverhampton and ended up at the traffic lights next to a couple of lads in their Civic. Lights went green, they left sharp-ish so I followed. Next lights I left faster than them. Again at the third lights. Fourth lights they turned off...
Jim Ratto:
Stock Stroke Satisfaction... Northern CA
Late summer 1989, had a day off from my day job making pizzas. Dropped my girlfriend off at her new job, and had no plans for the day. Had been curious about a two-lane road I had studied on Bay Area road map for the last few months: California State Route 35. Those of you local to Bay Area are surely familiar with it. In the 1980's there were no car or motorcycle forums. And the car guys I knew in high school rarely left city limits of our hometown Pleasanton. (I did every chance I could). Anyway, from the map, it looked long and twisty, stretching from southern San Francisco all the way deep into Santa Cruz mountains, where it joined CA SR 9 which continued to the city of Santa Cruz. I was planning on catching 35 at junction with Highway 92 east of Half Moon Bay and running as far south as I had time for. Had to be back at her office @ 5pm.
The motor was a 87 x 69 with 044 Magnum CB heads, and Engle VZ25. Fed by dual 36DRLA with 30mm venturies. Bosch 009 and on that day, a 4-into-1 header with a baffled stinger.
The road and that little engine were made for one another. It really was my first time finding out how much a day of freedom behind the wheel would do for me. It wasn't about driving to beat some speed record, it was finding out how every change of throttle angle offered a different noise. And how the motor would do different things at different RPM. I ended up in Monterey later that day, and had to make tracks to get back to Pleasanton on time, so yes I will admit to some sketchy moves and illicit speed on the trip back.
But what a day,
Martin S.:
I know the feeling about the sounds!
When I first got my newly built 2332 turbo in the 68 it had the straight thru pipe from the turbo with no baffling so was very loud, sounding like a cross between a V8 and a sport bike. Steve offered to drive it at around 30mph down a city street while I tailed him, windows open, driving my nice quiet stock 71 Bus, him saying afterwards "I drove it different speeds so you could hear the different exhaust sounds it makes" Good times! ;D
andrewlandon67:
The sounds are absolutely one of my favorite things. Between the carbs transitioning from a deeper growl to that scream right at about 4000 RPM on half throttle, the straight-cut cam gears at idle, and the hollow sound of dual quiet packs on a merged header at part throttle riiiiiight when the header really starts to work, I'm pretty comfortable with driving my car considerable distances with no music. The best part of the exhaust is that incredible, soulful howl is perfectly at the right RPM for me to drive through my neighborhood in second gear without pissing the neighbors off too much.
gkeeton@zbzoom.net:
With 5 tracks within 150 mile radius, and an organized legal street race event once a month at a private airport, street racing no longer enters my mind anymore. With the population growing in my neck of the woods, and difficulties avoiding dumbass cell phone users at normal speeds, street racing for me is not if, but when something bad will happen. I've recently acquired a friends 67 with a 2276 I did quite a bit of work on. One evening, a retired couple in an early Audi TT followed me through town, and we ended up beside each other at a light going out of town. He jokingly asked me if I wanted to run, and I asked him how much money he had on him? The light changed, and we again stopped beside each other at the following light that was already red, just a couple hundred yards further down the road. Intrigued, he asked what was so special? I told him it had 3/4 the hp with 1/2 the weight of his TT. He got a puzzled look on his face, then we both cruised away from the green light. Part of the fun for me is making them wonder. The last time I did abuse the car at the track, when my friend still owned it, I beat up on a 95 ZR1.
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