I have a kill, that always makes me smile. It happened when iwas in the army and just got my orders to report to a new base. I was only there a few days and word was around that I had 1970 charger Rt/SE 440. Im new here and a nobody. Well to make a story short..there a sargent who's been there awhile and he has the 454 chevelle ( the unbeatable chebbie) in his mind. So i keep hearing this guys is looking for me. Where that dodge? I wanna eat some charger. my 454 hungry..all this **** talking im hearing from him. Now remember im new hear and not wanting to make waves at my new duty station. But finally i brake..thats it...line'em up.. my charger ripped him a new ass, embarassed him right off the line..and he never talked to me again or parked his 454 next to the charger...
