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These Dodge Coronets were sensible vehicles that Dad drove because they were functional, practical and affordable. Every adjective that kids hated when it came to cars. Then Chrysler stuck a NASCAR 426 Hemi in the shoebox and the magic began on the streets. The "Street Hemis" turned the shoeboxes into blunt trauma missiles.
The Hemi Dodge was driven sparingly since its purchase in Cincinnati back in 1966. The owner drove it the old fashioned way… a ¼ mile at a time in the 1970s. The car changed hands in 1976. It was stored until 2002 when it was rebuilt mechanically and the paint was touched-up from the beltline on down.
Pete is very realistic about his car, he accepts some of its limitations. The Hemi will never be confused with a Prius. Pete lives with the fact that 2/3 of a full tank will disappear in under 100 miles. Part of that mileage deficiency stems from the 4:11 rear end – a vestige of the Coronet's racing career. As Pete explained, " at 110 mph that's enough" but getting there is worth every penny because "at 70-80 mph it's like a wild animal if you keep your foot in it".
Until that Hemi lights up. Then all hell breaks loose and the ambush is sprung. Pete basks in the stealth side of the car so the only giveaway is the little 426 Hemi badge on the fender. Everything else is undercover from the dog dish hubcaps to the thin whitewall tires. Pete and the car are going to be life partners. He knew what he wanted and he found the best. The scariest shoebox on the planet. For more of J Sutherland's work go to mystarcollectorcar.com
from The Truth About Cars http://www.thetruthaboutcars.com | |||
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