Being as I got my first Mopar (340 'Cuda) in '76, I've had my share of ...episodes. My favorite goes back to around 1980. My main ride was a '70 'Cuda convertible with a 440-6. My winter cars have usually been 4 door '60's Dodges. At that time it was a 66 Monaco that was longer than most station wagons and weighed enough to need truck plates. It was equipped with a 440 and had power everything including an 8 track. I was sitting in the left lane at a traffic light inb town when a 79 Z28 pulled up beside me. When the light turned green, I pulled the column shifter down into first and left it there until the guy in the Z figured out I was trying to get him to commit. Well, with look on his face like I was nuts, he stomped on it. So did I. when I shifted to second, it was OVER. That land barge smoked Chevrolets finest. At the next light, he wanted to talk so I rolled down the electric window. "What in the h*** are you running in that thing?", he asked. I just pointed to the small 440-4 barrell badge on the front fender and smiled. "I've been had", he said.
He wasn't the only one to have fallen to that sleeper.
