View Full Version : The Begining of our Pool Story

06-14-2002, 08:02 PM
Rules are, there are no rules, just keep the story going with what you care to contribute:

I'll start it off:

I walked into the pool room that night, looking for the game that had eluded me for weeks....

06-14-2002, 08:41 PM
I sincerely hoped that it wasn't my game that was AOL.

06-14-2002, 08:57 PM
and there they were, the Anonymous gameplayers...

06-14-2002, 09:02 PM
.......The only person in the room was a girl and she was pounding on the keyboard of a computer and yelling at the screen. I walked up to her and asked if she wanted a game. She spun around in the chair and I could read her shirt it said.......Hi, my name is Lorri and I will......

Chris Cass
06-14-2002, 09:10 PM
give any human, the last two. Providing there's enough at stake. How about that yellow caddy, turkey lips?


06-14-2002, 10:51 PM
She narrowed her piercing blue eyes at me and snarled "So you think you've got a game? What do you have that could tear me away from this computer right now?"

06-14-2002, 11:18 PM
And then walked through the door an alien in human life form. He was carrying a broken cue. I asked him what he was planning to do with a broken cue.

06-14-2002, 11:57 PM
He said he's taking the broken cue to a fund-raiser. Suddenly, the pool room door swung open off it's hinges. Wham! ...and in walked the biggest scariest, meanest damn pool player you ever saw...chanting voodoisms...eyeing the alien up and down. He said...

06-15-2002, 12:26 AM
> "If you have 1,000,000,or can get it within 24 hours,I'll give you or anyone else the 5-out,or let you back the ghost against me,playing one pocket,or 5-racks-or-no-count 9-ball,what do you want to do?" was all the savage looking player said.....................his eyes steelier than Tiger's have ever been.....................

06-15-2002, 12:31 AM
The alien says: "I'm the best poolplayer on earth, but as you can see my cue is broken. Maybe one of those two will play you." as he nodded at me and the girl.

06-15-2002, 12:50 AM
> The psychopath retorted............"Maybe they will,maybe they won't but if YOU want to play some,I'll gladly buy you any cue you want or give you mine,as long as you'll sign a contract that says you'll bet 1,000,000 American dollar,not that spice crap or space dust ot whatever it was you paid my friends off with last weekend on Mars".................."Cause I'm not fallin for that s##t"................"What do you have to say my little green friend?

06-15-2002, 12:54 AM
A limo wating outside and dinner for two at Arte. Do you like Italian, babe?

06-15-2002, 12:59 AM
I will play you for a million dollars but it must be played on virtual pool where i need no cue from you....

06-15-2002, 05:26 AM
......TURKEY LIPS!!!!!! Boy, this chick wasn't pulling any punches. "The only thing I have that might interest you enough is this......I call it Willy....." She slowly stood and put her shoulders back now I could read the rest of the message....

06-15-2002, 06:43 AM
Now I'm happy I took those lessons from PATRICK. Virtual Pool, that's my game. Have mouse will play.......

06-15-2002, 07:44 AM
Before anything else went down, two people walked in. One was a man and one a woman. They were dressed in long black overcoats. The woman said, "I'm Agent 99, you having trouble here?" The man dressed all in black, (good looking too I might add) said, "It's okay, Babs, I can handle this one. Who do I take out first?" Agent 99 then turned to "The Cass-trator" and said, "You call me Babs again and I will take you out!!!"

Chris Cass
06-15-2002, 08:09 AM
HAHAHAHAHA, the man in black snickered. All of the sudden the alien took his best shot. He swung with all his might and hit the big guy chanting Voodooisms, across the head shattering the Meucci. It was all the 95lb alien could muster.

The aliens jaw dropped as the zen master didn't flinch a fiber twitching muscle. The alien, was standing in a puddle that came from nowhere under his shoes. He virtually shook as the zen master glared. Just then, Martha Stewart walked in and asked the bartender. Have you seen Ken?

06-15-2002, 08:47 AM
The Strange Voodoo man snapped his head around and eyed Martha. "Grrrrrrrr...that set of sheets I bought didn't last two weeks. I'm not happy about that...Grrrrrr." Martha stuttered and stumbled, running towards the door, losing a shoe. "I'll b-b-b-b-be right b-b-b-b-back. I'll take care of it."

The big man bellowed out, "Anyone here in this half-a$$ joint gonna play me some for a mil, or are ya all a bunch o' wimps?!"

06-15-2002, 09:19 AM
Voodoo, Voodoo, Voodoo. I'm sorry but I can't let you threaten Martha like that and scare the common folk. Usually when you and I play you match up with R.J., let me introduce you to Kato, the 9 ball machine. You, Cass, get my case. CheeseMouse, go warm up the Cheese Machine. Voodoo, you got action.

9 Ball Girl
06-15-2002, 09:23 AM
"You want some of this, Big Boy?", came the voice of the girl sitting at the darkened end of the pool room where she was practicing her "L" drills while she watched the story unfold. She deliberately walked over to the Voodoo Man, was careful not to step in the puddle left over from the Alien, looked Voodoo Man in the eye and said, "Voodoo Man, let's play some pool."

06-15-2002, 09:28 AM
"Voodoo, was stunned. He had never seen such a beautiful woman with a cue stick, he suddenly had "pains" running up his back and bursting into his head.. "Warning, Warning, Danger, Danger" "no spot, play even at the least, ask for some weight.. or you're gonna loose" "Too much of a distraction to have to watch that lovely lady at the table" What do I do...?

06-15-2002, 09:39 AM
Voodoo, ice water in his viens, keeper of many women, Zen Master, Oneholio superstar states. For you sweetheart, 9 ball is not good enough. Lets play some one pocket.


9 Ball Girl
06-15-2002, 09:48 AM
"One Pocket",said the girl, "might take a little too long. I have a appointment at the hair salon. How's about a game of 14.1--race to 150?"

Chris Cass
06-15-2002, 05:35 PM
Voodoo took off his sunglasses looking into her eyes and replied, "yes my dear". Being the gentleman he is said, "let me get you a chair." She melted at one glance into the big man's eyes.

Voodoo walks over to get the chair, kicking the alien aside to get to the chair. The alien hit the wall and slithered out the door, leaving a trail of water from the mysterious puddle.

He then pours the woman into the chair. He suddenly breaks out his cue that he calls, kay bella szambotini. One look at the cue and you could hear the woman's heart pounding. thump, thump, thump.

Kato steps up and takes the rack from around his hairy neck, and runs over and racks the balls. Known around Fla. as the official racker.

Voodoo calls the corner ball straight back into the corner underneath him and makes it. It was like music as he ran rack after rack, as people stood in awe. Voodoo got down on his winning shot, ball 150.

Suddenly, the agent in the black overcoat whispers to agent 99, "Take care of this!" Agent 99 shows her leg with the black nylons on and Voodoo miscues leaving the melted woman a shot. You can still hear the music, only this time, it was the blues.

As the woman stood up, we heard the door slam open. A voluptuous blonde walks in carrying the wet alien asking, "did anybody lose this?" Everyone was virtually stunned and said not me. The blonde says, ok throwing the shriveled wet alien out the back door.

She then says, as she wips out her D-19no McDeno, "heard there's action here. Who wants a piece of me?" The agent in black raises his hand and says, "pick me, oooo, pick me."


06-15-2002, 06:00 PM

The redhead in the corner that no one was paying any attention shouts "You have to play the best woman in the house before you get a chance at the big money." "They call me 'Fast Red' and I always get first crack at the mark. You get thru me to the big game." "What's your game?"

The woman just glared at Fast Red and said .....

06-15-2002, 06:08 PM
"I eat redheads for breakfast. Bring on the big boy or I'm history."

06-15-2002, 06:13 PM
"Willy??, she replied, "And just who do you expect to please with THAT??"

"Me, of course", he said, "Is there anyone else??"

(Old bad joke, but I couldn't resist..... /ccboard/images/icons/smile.gif )

06-15-2002, 06:28 PM
"Did someone say, Big Boy?" he said as he burst through the door. He smelt of fish and the dust of Texas backroads, but he was carrying some heavy wood.

"Rackmup sweetheart" he said with a smile...

Voodoo Daddy
06-15-2002, 06:40 PM
Finally, the man called Voodoo sits in a chair...lights up a Marlboro light and asked "Is this a poolroom or an old folks home? Who is this Kato person and why is he wrapped around that bald mans Southwest? Who doubled parked that Cincinatti Reds Van and the Yellow Caddy out front? Why are Fran and Karatemom counting all the money? This must be the wrong place." So the BIG man packed his rod up and......

06-15-2002, 06:42 PM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote: Voodoo Daddy:</font><hr> Finally, the man called Voodoo sits in a chair...lights up a Marlboro light and asked "Is this a poolroom or an old folks home? Who is this Kato person and why is he wrapped around that bald mans Southwest? Who doubled parked that Cincinatti Reds Van and the Yellow Caddy out front? Why are Fran and Karatemom counting all the money? This must be the wrong place." So the BIG man packed his rod up and...... <hr></blockquote>


Ralph S.
06-15-2002, 06:48 PM
....As the Mouse is warming up the cheese and Kato is runnin' around the joint with the magic rack around his neck, two more strangers enter the hall. Both are very intimiditating on sight alone. As Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train" is blaring in the background, the first says " I'm the Hoosier Hitman and this is the killer Sid Viscious". "Who has big enuff kahunas to try my man Sid for double the original wager?" says the Hitman. ............

Chris Cass
06-15-2002, 06:59 PM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote: Voodoo Daddy:</font><hr> Finally, the man called Voodoo sits in a chair...lights up a Marlboro light and asked "Is this a poolroom or an old folks home? Who is this Kato person and why is he wrapped around that bald mans Southwest? Who doubled parked that Cincinatti Reds Van and the Yellow Caddy out front? Why are Fran and Karatemom counting all the money? This must be the wrong place." So the BIG man packed his rod up and...... <hr></blockquote>

The bald man wondered, "why is he wrapped around my South West?" The young stud Kato said eagerly, "remember that bet we made?" The bald man had CRS and said, "what bet?" Kato replied, "it was on basketball." The bald man asked for a redo but the young gun walked away chanting, "we will we will rock you." The bald man in discuss was banging his head on the bar. Drinking shots of Crown and dropping half cans of beer on the floor.

06-15-2002, 07:10 PM
Lorri, who has been muscled out of the action thus far (Damn jobs!) steps up and says "I'll put my metaphorical kahunas and my metaphorical rod up against all comers!" (No pun intended!) /ccboard/images/icons/wink.gif

06-15-2002, 07:31 PM
at the exact moment an older genlteman steps up and says "who wants to gamble". everyone turns to see who spoke those challenging words. their jaws drop..standing in front of them is the greatest gambler of them all. someone says in a sheepish voice...not us Mr. Lassiter. Wimpy (As he is known) walks away slowly and mutters to himself,,never any dam action for me and he sits back down in the corner chair and reads the paper again and again

06-15-2002, 11:43 PM
&gt; "I'm going to give you people one last try"..................as he stepped towards the door............."I'll play the ghost 14.1 to 500 points,bet whatever you want,as long as the roll weighs 60 pounds"...............does anyone want to play? The man fingered the latch on his Fellini case,and said nothing more..................

Chris Cass
06-16-2002, 09:42 AM
Just then the door bursted open. All you could see was a figure, surrounded by light. Then the piano player in the dark corner started playing, Dat ta Da Dat at Da, it was an Elvis song. The figure walked in and everyone was stunned. Elvis? No, but just as well. He had the most perfect hair. He called himself RIP, short for "really in pain" watching the bald man's break earlier.

He said, "cut the crap, I'm here to play some." This man can crack up the pope, so I'm told. He looked at Kato and said, "tell the Limo driver, this won't take long." Then said, "ok bayba, close your eyes." She looked in awe as he open his JJustis case and wip'd out his diamond laced Budwieser cue.

All you could hear was, oooooooo as he put it togather. Then awawawawawawawawa, as everyone put their hands up covering their ears. The sqeeking sound of the brass threads meshing, had made some eyes tear up. He was a Fig of a guy and I thought I, Newtom earlier.

A blast of wind, blew through the room from nowhere. Agent 99 shuttered and shook uncontrollably, at the sight of his coolness as he wips out his comb and proceeds to comb his, aready perfect hair. He shouts, "ladies please, you'll get your turn." He turns to the bartender and with a smile said, "got milk?" The bartender stared at his gleaming sparkling teeth. They seemed to glisten.

Two ladies at his feet, holding on for dear life, each to a leg. He looks down at his legs, one at a time. Flicks them off. Then shrugs his shoulders like Elvis, "not now ladies, business before pleasure." As he strolled up to the table he notices the chalk. Hey, he exclaimed, "this isn't Masters." Looks over at the crowd and said, "I can't play under these conditions" walks over puts away his cue and leaves.

Taking the limo and the two women with him. The piano player announces, "RIP has left the building." Everyone just stared at each other. You could hear a pin drop. Just then, he bobbed his head back in the door and said, "By the way, I only wear the glasses for effect. I have perfect eyes too." You could hear the women sigh, as they let the breath from their lungs expell. Agent 99 turned and said to me, "who was that perfect man?" I said, "That, my dear was every womans dream, and every husbands nightmare."

06-16-2002, 09:51 AM
Then he woke up with biggest hangover from the nite before, his hair hurt, the hangover was soo bad.

Was it a dream or a nightmare? Did I ever do anything? shoot pool, play with the ladies? Damn.. too much root beer last nite.. staying up late and checking all those posts on CCB.. my head hurts... what do I do today to make me feel better?... maybe I'll give the boys a call and let them whip up on me at pool this afternoon? ya think?

9 Ball Girl
06-16-2002, 09:52 AM
9 Ball Girl,who was seated by Voodoo Man, finally snapped out of his spell. She got up, walked over to the bar, asked for the Nectar of the Gods (Guiness Stout), and walked over to pool table. Kato still had the rack around his neck, she looked at him and said,

06-16-2002, 11:59 AM
..do you know this guy? He is making some funny sounds.......Suddenly Voodoo's eye rolled back in his head out out of his mouth came an erie merzmerizing chant that gave all in the room a chill down their spines. Then to the utter whore of everyone in the room a chicken flew out of Voodoo's mouth and landed on the table. It began to strut, scratch and mark and then peck holes in a diamond shape in the rack area of the never played on 860 Samonis cloth. Just as suddenly the chicken began to lay eggs all of a different color, ten in all. The chicken fell over from exhaustion but then with its last bit of life it squeezed out the most foul(no pun intended /ccboard/images/icons/smile.gif ) glob $hit anyone had ever seen in a poolroom which slowly turned into a strange plastic contraption that the colored eggs dutifully marched into the rear of, then slowly the handles of the strange device squeezed and it lifted in the air leaving behind a perfect rack of the most brilliant pool balls ever assembled on a pool table. The devices then spoke these words "my job is done here" and it phooooof disappeared leaving behind a stench of, who all present recognized as chicken $hit. There was a stunned silence in the room when the obviously dead chicken flew onto Chris's head freaking him out, with the fastest twitch muscles a human can possess Chris brushed the chicken away onto Lorri's addicting breasts which instantly went flat. Voodoo reached over and grabbed the chicken and bit it's head off and casually tossed it over his shoulder into Kato's hands. Voodoo softly said " chicken nuggets please with a fine cheese dipping sauce". After Chris stopped screaming and jumping around too eveyones amazement he had a full head of chiseled gleaming jet black hair and a fasionable set of threads and Rip, who was standing next to him was as bald as a cueball with tattered clothes and a pair of flip flops on his feet....The William Tell Overture began playing on the juke box..........

06-16-2002, 12:07 PM
As Lorri unfolded herself from her chair, her breasts magically returned to their normal inflation. "Well," she proclaimed, with a langorous gaze around the room, " One Mil is enough to high roll me, and I've really had my fill of weird $hit for today. Rod, what kind of car did you say you drive, Darlin'? I love Italians..." she purred. Rod's cue and jaw hit the floor at about the same time, but recovering himself, he escorted Lorri from the room, his gaze firmly focused on her breasts......

Mr Ingrate
06-16-2002, 12:20 PM
I opened the door to my office and there they were, the denizens of the green cloth netherworld all jammed together like balls in a Sardo tight rack making divots in my fine osmosis 360 shag carpet. It was as plain as a fly on a cueball. They needed my help.

My name is Richard Dick and I’m a private investigator, known to my friends by the sobriquet, non de plume, or handle, as Dick Dick the Dick. You could say its kind of a dickname.

They were all there, Tommy C and D, HornyGT, Incomprehensible Lorri, the Gouda Rat, CC, the guy brothers Stick and Q, Kato manifesting as a single entity, Martial Arts Mom, 9-ball woman, Bad Joke Troy, VD Pop, some guy who wanted me to sign his 1950 cueball, and a cast of others. Then I spotted Fran C in the crowd and knew this was serious.

“You’ve got to help us Dick,” she said. “You’re the only one here besides myself with the intelligence to solve this problem. George has gone missing. He was last seen on March 22, 2002 at 17:30 EST."

“Anything for you, Fran,” I responded, “I’m on it like chalk on your forehead. I’ll search the archives for clues, but I don’t hold out much hope for a lead there.”

As it turns out I was as wrong as a 100 degree cut. George had last been reported in Amsterdam billiards in a state of confusion. He didn’t know what tip had been installed on his cue. Could he be suffering from amnesia?

I jammed my trusty Wallet PPK in my below the belt holster and gingerly took to the streets. A new case was bourne. I called it, The Fels Identity.

Chris Cass
06-18-2002, 02:20 AM
Oh Kaa.

It was 2:22am when, the bureau called and assigned myself and agent 99, to the case. The Fels Identity. The bar had closed so agent 99 said, we'd better step on it. As we left the bar, someone had flatten'd all 4 tires, on the Taurus company issued vehicle. I looked in the trunk and yes, they slit all 4 spares too.

Agent 99 suggested I'd take her T/A, short for Trans Am. Not the other things. As we walked the 5 blocks away, where she parked. My highly trained skills had told me, we were being followed. I informed agent 99 and that I, had been hearing a tap tap every step of the way. We stopped and the tap tap stopped. Hummm, We turned around and no one was there.

Suddenly, wipping out our service pistols we, turned around and fired. We seen nothing, but the trail from our guns. I asked, "what she was packing?" She replied, sugarwater. She asked, the same to me. I told her, I only packed 100% Margarita. Figures, the bureau would send me a softy for a partner. We kept walking, the taps kept up. Suddenly, we looked down. It was two crushed beer cans, I had steped on in the bar. They stuck to my shoes. Thought, I was weak legged, from thinking about sex before sports.

We arrived at the T/A, fully equiped. I told her I'd drive because she was straight, and only gay women drive better. She said, "I'm a woman and your not so, I'm qualified higher." I had to agree and got into the car. She lit up the tires, as we left. That's when I found out, I was a head banger.

We hit the one place we could get some inside information on Fels. It was a home of an alien. He was smushed and wet. He had refused to help saying, he was human. I quickly held him up by his nose hairs. He felt better, and gave us our first lead.

As we tracked Fels down, after checking all the cue repair shops. We finally, ended up in Thailand. We found Fels holding the imfamous "Jeff." Fels had been holding Jeff hostage. Jeff was bound to a bamboo chair by hillbilly chrome (Duct tape). No offence Tennesee, home of Pickle the free wheeler and four drunk guys.

As agent 99 and myself approached the beach, I asked for her spy binoculars. She said I could use them if I promised not to get her, Wayne Newton tickets. I looked 150 yards away, Fels was surounded by 6 island girls. It had looked like he was playing, ennie meannie. I suddenly fell down, tripping on a pecan that agent 99, had no idea how it got there.

After freeing Jeff, I learned, Fels had taken all the free Tailisman Tips and kidnapped him, on his way to Vegas. I asked if he had any left? He replied, "no." I quickly taped him back to the chair. On the way to detain Fels for questioning, we ran into the crowd at the bar. They had secretly been tailing us. All 25 of us and the rest in the corner of the bar. Total 300 humans, and 1 wet alien.

Fels had been on the beach partying, with the Big guy speaking Voodooisms and the Karateblonde at the bar, they were in cohoots. We surrounded them and the Big man wouldn't say a word. We were desparate, we shouted, "where's the tips?" he only glared.

I alerted agent 99. She quickly flashed the Big Guy her adams apple. It didn't work, it only works on aliens. She showed her leg with the black nylons and he didn't budge. This force her to reveal her secret weapon.

She popped, her hood. You could see the beads of sweat, forming on his forehead. She reached under and lifted the hood thingy. He cried out, "no please", and starred with lust. She let him have it.

It was all he could stand as she descibed it to him in her deep raspey voice. She began, "5.7 liter w/ 310 hp. of course with the NOS kit on board it takes me to 550 hp." "my motor is balanced and blue printed from top to bottom, would you like to see?" That was all he could take. He cracked and yelled, "please stop, Kato's got them all."

Eye's turn to Kato. He swallows. Meanwhile, Rod suffering from a poke in the eye says, "Watch where your aiming those things."

06-18-2002, 05:27 PM
End of Chapter 22, thanks Chris.. great story.. new one on the way?

06-18-2002, 05:53 PM
I am ROTFLMAO with tears coming out of my eyes!!!

I'm so proud of you!!!

Barbara~~~325 hp with the WS6 package....

06-18-2002, 07:10 PM
Hey Babs, Wanna race? /ccboard/images/icons/laugh.gif

06-18-2002, 10:11 PM

I got my lead foot from my mother. When she got her '66 XKE way back when and I was just a child, I noticed the speedometer over 100 mph a couple times. I just like to drive fast, not crazy. I also don't "jump" on a car to test its "0-60" in just 5.5 secs (my car's specs), I have too much respect for the machine to beat it up like that. Like I said, I just want to drive fast.

So you go schedule a couple laps for us in a NASCAR setup(something I wanted to do in Vegas but couldn't due to their schedule - 1-800-BE-PETTY), and we'll go for it!!

BTW, due to circumstances beyond my control, I will not be playing this weekend. I'll help Mic set up on Saturday, but then I'm gone. Oh well.

Barbara~~~can comprehend plenty, just can't explain too well...

06-18-2002, 11:06 PM
hahahahahahaha, where is the visene,sp? It's a dangerous but fun, world out there!

Chris Cass
06-18-2002, 11:35 PM
Hi Barbara,

What can I say. I just couldn't let the story die without, teaming up one more time. LOL

Thank you for going along Barbara. Not, to mention the others that didn't take offense. Your a good sport and a good agent too 99. LOLLOL Love that car...

C.C.~~alias, The Cass-trator LMAO

06-18-2002, 11:40 PM
Well, well, well. Agent 99 and Cass are in cahoots. Well I'm not letting this die. Somebody grag this rack from around my neck cause I feel like destroying someone. Kato is in the house and he's ready to gamble big. Somebody stop the Cheesemobile, the limo, any of the girls in the house. Somebody direct me to the loosest table, the tightest women, the best player, with the most money. Kato's here and he's leaving with everyone's bank roll. Agent 99 you better get the feds for back up. I'm taking everyone off.
Kato~~~wants the last word

Chris Cass
06-19-2002, 09:47 AM
<blockquote><font class="small">Quote: Kato:</font><hr> Well, well, well. Agent 99 and Cass are in cahoots. Well I'm not letting this die. Somebody grag this rack from around my neck cause I feel like destroying someone. Kato is in the house and he's ready to gamble big. Somebody stop the Cheesemobile, the limo, any of the girls in the house. Somebody direct me to the loosest table, the tightest women, the best player, with the most money. Kato's here and he's leaving with everyone's bank roll. Agent 99 you better get the feds for back up. I'm taking everyone off.
Kato~~~wants the last word <hr></blockquote>


06-19-2002, 07:08 PM
Hey Barbara!
I got mine from my Grandmother. After my Grandpa retired they moved to Toms River. Grandma used to do all her shopping on that highway that leads to Seaside Heights, in her big silver Caddy, and sometimes kids in Hot Rods would pull up alongside her. They'd sit there revving their motors, asking 'Granny" if she wanted to race. I always loved the looks on the faces of the ones she smoked!
I don't mind jumping on my car a bit, after all, that's what I built it for!! If I wanted to go fast down the parkway, I'd jump in my stock 'drivers' and go. I have a Hot Rod because life is lived one quarter mile at a time! /ccboard/images/icons/smile.gif

Voodoo Daddy
06-19-2002, 07:38 PM
Life does begin at 180 MPH!!! Nothing like carrying the wheels in the air through the 330 ft. mark...hahahahaha!!

Voodoo says; dont forget ladies... "Drive it like you STOLE it!

06-19-2002, 08:36 PM

That trans in the Caddy was automatic. I have a 6-(forward)-speed shift with Hurst short-throw linkage (an added option and worth it /ccboard/images/icons/smile.gif ) I can floor that baby, but I'm always worried about the clutch panels and grinding. Truth be known, I haven't really stepped on 1st, just 2nd, and that ain't racing. Gotta have torque and that's in your lower gears. Plus, I have to let myself trust Hurst. After all, they were the shifters when I was just riding in LT1 Camaros.

Barbara~~~been around the block more than once....

06-19-2002, 09:54 PM
Did 140 in my GT just after I bought it on the my to Orlando. Boy was that a rush!!!!!!!!!! Any more I probably would've blown the motor.LOL

Kato~~~wants a car with a bigger engine now.

06-20-2002, 08:13 PM
Sure, that torquey little six is nice, and I really love my little four banger Mr2, but for a real testosterone rush, ya gotta be firing on all eight, and it's gotta RUMBLE!!! /ccboard/images/icons/smile.gif

06-20-2002, 08:16 PM
Hey Barb!
No worries here! I've got a Borg Warner Super T10 four speed, with a Hurst gated shifter. When it blows, I'll just get those two extra speeds I so desperately need! (For me and the motor!)/ccboard/images/icons/crazy.gif