marvin hat geschrieben: ↑8. November 2024, 09:21
...für Mopar Man:
Bei 73-74er Roadrunnern kann ich das noch verkraften
Hier tut es schon mehr weh
Gruß Stefan
SUCHE: 1971 Roadrunner (GTX) ohne Vinyldach / 1971 Charger Super Bee/RT mit schwarzem Vinyldach (und Klappscheinwerfer) in !BLAU METALLIC! (evtl. noch rot, gelb, orange, violett- oder dunkelgrün metallic) mit schwarzer Innenausstattung, schwarzen Stripes, Mittelkonsole, Automatik, Servo und TÜV/H.
Das wäre mir zuviel Patina dann lieber Die Patina die Carsten´s Autos haben.
mal 2 Beispiele von 1971
Fehlt ja eigentlich noch ein neues Thema: "Mopars mit Patina" oder gibts/gabs da schonmal?
Gruß Stefan
SUCHE: 1971 Roadrunner (GTX) ohne Vinyldach / 1971 Charger Super Bee/RT mit schwarzem Vinyldach (und Klappscheinwerfer) in !BLAU METALLIC! (evtl. noch rot, gelb, orange, violett- oder dunkelgrün metallic) mit schwarzer Innenausstattung, schwarzen Stripes, Mittelkonsole, Automatik, Servo und TÜV/H.
The Bog was a big open spectator area at Watkins Glen where people could pay like $15 bucks to spend the whole weekend watching the race. It was technically outside of the race track so it was kind of a hike from the pits (or “paddock” as the high faultin road racer types call it) through a tunnel and into the massive open area. There happened to be a drainage stream running through it which was the needed element to turn an otherwise pastoral scene into a muddy, sloppy mess the likes of Woodstock.
By the accounts we could find, things started to get hairy in the area by the late 1960s when the cultural tides turned and rebellion was in the air, especially among people in their 20s. It was a time of social upheaval, Woodstock, free love, cheap drugs, and on any given weekend it was not uncommon to hear about a concert or other event that had gotten rowdy. The Bog was a product of the times. By the early 1970s, things started to get a little more heavy duty.
“Running the bog” is likely how the madness escalated over the years. Simply put “running the bog” was taking your vehicle, no matter what it was and trying to muscle it thought the ever deepening slop that formed over the weekend. Made it through and you got cheered. Got stuck and you were pulled from your car so it could be burned to the ground. Not kidding.
'Seems like back in '69 or '70 every small town had a 340 Dart or Duster that was just about the fastest street car around!'
1966 Plymouth Valiant 200 Station
1971 Plymouth Duster 340
1972 Dodge Demon 340
1977 Ford Fiesta
1981 Mercedes 230 CE