Blownaway's 69 bone stock Z

[bigjake]

-----Many of those nights that Jake spent down at Dukes were with his Dad and me and the other Classic slappies......Bill S


One of the stories about Dukes--- "All the hot cars hung out there, and the place was heaven for car nuts. Bill Stevenson and Marty Levine came in Bill's '63 Fuelly Corvette, Stretch and Bob Sindelar were there in the "71 LS6 Corvette. I showed up with the '62 409. We all talked and walked around to look at the nice cars that were assembled there that night. There were over 75 cars parked in the parking lot, and just as many just driving through. Around 10:30 we decided to call it a night, and we all left together. We travelled west on 79th St. and eventually ended up north bound on Rt. 83 in Willowbrook, just north of the Cal Sag Canal. Well, we were all travelling together, and Bob shouts out, " Let's run 'em off and see which car is the fastest". He was in the LS6 Corvette with Stretch. So, I said, "Let's run from a 20 roll". They agreed and we all slowed down to 20 mph. Since there was nobody on the road at that time of night, we could get 3 cars across the road. Stretch said, "I'll beep 3 times, and we'll go on the third beep". He beeped 3 times and off we go. The 409 was in second gear, and all the other cars started in first gear. I thought that a second gear start with a 4:56 gear would be an advantage. The old Blue Devil was in her element that night, all you could hear was engines sucking in huge amounts of air, tires screaming for traction, and the sweet sounds of exhaust from 3 high performance cars. The 409 got traction about halfway through second gear, and pulled about a car length in front of the mighty LS6. Bill and Marty in the '63 Fuelly could not keep up with the big blocks, and he dropped out early. I wound the big W engine to 6500 rpm, and slammed third gear. Stretch and Bob in the LS6 were falling farther behind, and when I finally hit 4th gear, it was all over. The Blue Devil still had what it takes to run with the big boys! At this point, we were well over 100 mph, and I started to worry about the drum brakes! We finally stopped at the light on 75th St. and Bob said, "I don't believe what just happened"! He wanted to run from the light, but there was a cop in the Shell station. So the old girl had another notch in her belt, one of many she got back in the day. What a rush"!