My 70 has a bunch of notches in its belt so to speak. One night years ago my brother was cruising around with his wife and kids in his 68 Coronet, wimpy 318 2 barrel but it sounded nice, me and my ex were in the 70. Back then I didnt have a LSD under it so I could only go about 1/4 throttle until 35-45 mph. While we are driving around we see a 70 Charger with the stripe and 440 on the side. My brother being the mopar gearhead type, and we have a 70 Charger in the family, we stop to talk.
Well my brother has to get his wife home after about 5 minutes talking to the guy. As we are pulling out I ask the guy if he wants to line up the ol 440 with my 455, and he says sure. So we head out to the local two lane with nothing but corn fields on either side, my ex gets out with out kid, and he is alone. We line em up and he gets about 2 lengths on me out of the gate, because I cant open it up without a huge smoke show. Once the ol Goat hooks I lay into the throttle and catch him and pass him before we go an 1/8th. I put something like two bus lengths on him. All he could say later was how it looked like he was standing still once I opened it up.
The 70 only ran mid 13.50s with the 2.93 highway gears and short shifting it around 4500 rpm but that isnt bad for a very mild engine in a 4100lb car and a stock converter. Now I am older and I dont do much more than accelerate up to the speed limit, usually that is enough though, but the ricer kids think the flyby is still a win. Pretty funny if you ask me.
My T37 is going to get raced quite a bit when its done. Grandma fresh looking, bench seat, column shifter, tires with the white wall out, and quiet mufflers. zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz