Flood, a true story

[Belladonna]

My friend and I were hot-rodding around in her Dodge Omni in a major flood. It was up to the bottom of the door and we were having a great time. I kept asking her to go through it again. The car broke. Completely blew the engine. Could have been coincidence, but I doubt it.


Here's a pic since you guys like your picture stories.

[dudeman]

The GLH was a little beast. The GLHS even more so. My neighbor had a GLH in the 80s. We got that turbo to put out 26 psi.

[Belladonna]

Her Omni was a manual. She looked so cool driving that at 17 that I got an 81 Plymouth Champ. It had 4 gears with an extra little hi/low stick with 4 more gears. I was like a damn bus driver in that thing. The day I got it was the first time I drove a stick. I bounced through stop signs on my way home.

[Talon]

One of my favorite flood stories:

I go down to Louisiana for hurricane, Gustav. Arrived a day or two (I can't remember) in advance of when it was expected to hit. We checked into a hotel, filled all the tubs with water, had fuel, food and everything. The hotel people boarded the doors and windows up. We expected for it to hit and be another, Katrina.

I went to sleep, figuring I'd be woken up to the hurricane tearing the place apart... So I wake up the next morning, go out on the balcony, the birds are singing, the sun is shining, the cable still works, and I have running water. People were ringing my phone off the hook checking on me, while I was trying to watch soap operas. Hotel management told us to eat all their food, so it didn't go to waste. I almost OD'd on cheesecake, and they had a pizza oven... I barely made it out alive!

[TheRabbit]

I used to have a champ. It was green. I could jump railroad tracks in it.

[Belladonna]

I used to have a champ. It was green. I could jump railroad tracks in it.

LOL!!! I jumped the mounds that keep erosion down. My husband and I were 17 at the time and I swear we had 3 feet of air! Those little turds could jump.

[Belladonna]

Mine was identical to this. When the heat was on, little pieces of straw would blow into people's eyes. It smelled really nice, like an old barn loft. Rubber bands would also occasionally blow out of the vents. All my girlfriends would ride with me and we would pull up to the high school with smoke rolling out the windows. Marlboro smoke.

I hit a deer with it one night on the way home from work. This was before cell phones. I stood on the side of the country road hopping up and down crying until a van stopped. It seemed safe because it was a man and a little boy. I got in and sat next to this long bed thing. It was a non-emergency ambulance on the way to a funeral home and I was sitting next to a dead person.

After the dents were beaten out of the hood my girlfriend and I were on our way home from work late at night. We were coming upon a stop sign and there was a truck parked about 50 yards before it. As we slowed down my friend starts screaming that a man was running at her door. At the same time, I see a man running up from the embankment at my door too. I hammered that little go-bug and we burned rubber out of there. I've been friends with the same girl for 35 or so years and that is the only time in our lives I've heard her scream.

Good times. Good good times.

[gamgee]

I hope Harry is okay.

[swampbilly]

ima sure he is gam

[Tactical Knightmare]

I hope Harry is okay.

Well now we know why he barks at tires.

[arrowNZ]

Mine was identical to this. When the heat was on, little pieces of straw would blow into people's eyes. It smelled really nice, like an old barn loft. Rubber bands would also occasionally blow out of the vents. All my girlfriends would ride with me and we would pull up to the high school with smoke rolling out the windows. Marlboro smoke.

I hit a deer with it one night on the way home from work. This was before cell phones. I stood on the side of the country road hopping up and down crying until a van stopped. It seemed safe because it was a man and a little boy. I got in and sat next to this long bed thing. It was a non-emergency ambulance on the way to a funeral home and I was sitting next to a dead person.

After the dents were beaten out of the hood my girlfriend and I were on our way home from work late at night. We were coming upon a stop sign and there was a truck parked about 50 yards before it. As we slowed down my friend starts screaming that a man was running at her door. At the same time, I see a man running up from the embankment at my door too. I hammered that little go-bug and we burned rubber out of there. I've been friends with the same girl for 35 or so years and that is the only time in our lives I've heard her scream.

Good times. Good good times.

They were a plymouth there ???
They were made by mitsubishi and were marketed everywhere else as the mirage.
I had the panther turbo 1600cc with the twin shifter gearbox you had. Mine was black with fluro green and orange stripes.
Little thing was a rocketship until it met a strainer post on dads farm .

Mine looked almost identical to this