Over the years I have bought about 9 cars on E-Bay. Always went an got them in person, never had one delivered. The recovery trips were not always easy but they were fun and interesting events I remember as time well spent.
This is one of those stories.
A few years back our Crossfire car club had a national event . As part of the event, we bought a Supercharged Crossfire on E-Bay for a Childrens Hospital Benefit raffle.
We went to Tyler Texas in my modded, normily aspirated convertible with a stick. The prize was an SRT6 Supercharged Coupe. Essentialy the same car but a HP difference of 265 HP to 330 HP.
This is the tale of the trip home.
Franc Rauscher
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Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: St Louis MO
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I'm not sayin' it happened but, if it did!!!
Everything you read here is fiction, OK?
Let's just say that two guys went to Texas to pick an SRT. One is driving a roadster with a stick and the other is about to be introduced, for the first time, to the OMG* button in a Supercharged SRT6 "not really a performance sports car" coupe.
Let us imagine what their temptations and trials might be in bringing this car back to Missouri.
Now there are several ways to get out of Arkansas once you have entred it thru Texarkana. I-30 to I-40 to I-55 north seems like a good safe route, where one could be bored stiff, but make good time. But if between you and St Louis was 600 miles or more of the twistiest, nasty, barely populated, goat trails in the midwest, how would you utilize your time?
Uh huh! With you right foot pressing hard the whole way. Doing your best to keep the road in front of the windscreen, keeping your butthole puckered and keeping a smile the whole way. And do it on the twistiest back roads you could find between you and your final destination.
71 north was a decent flat road with sweeping turns. 40 Miles of "gee this is cool", Shark pushing the OMG button and me peddaling hard to catch up. We turned east on route 70 and headed for the Lake Quachita region.
Route 70 is a two lane road, smooth, with lots of turns and twists but mostly long sweeping runs uphill into the mountains. The air was at a cool 45 F. The canvas top stayed up but the cool dense air made the engine run very nicely. Shark0 had the advantage with the SC of course, but we had just enough turns and traffic to make it an interesting and, between the two cars, fairly even match.
We turned north at Cado on Route 27. Things got serious. Now, our goal was to hit triple digits once in a while where we could. But not to bend the SRT 'cause we were just delivery boys. It wasn't ours to wreck. Still the temptation was there so of course common sense lost the argument. Twenty twisty miles up the Quachita Blue Mountains we had exceed both sensible and legal limts as a matter of routine.
I looked down several times to see the needle at 130. This went on at times for 5 miles or so. We finally stopped looking at the speed, primarily because we couldn't divert our attention that long. It frankly wasn't (don't you laugh now) safe to do so. Having given up all sense by this time, we just drove together at whatever speeds the cars could handle.
While the SRT could pull away on the straights, the little NA roadster that could kept right there in the turns and when the roles reversed, the SRT could not do any better following thru the twisties than the NA. Partly due to low tire pressure, partly to caution, partly to the manual shift giving some help in the turns.
I don't believe I have ever driven a car this hard, this long, and at these speeds, that handled 6 to 5 to 4 downshifts just like 4 to 3 to 2. Say what you want about sprintboosters but the ability to double clutch is a must in these manuvoers. It is a perfomance mod.
We got thru some heavy population around I-40, caught our breath and then shot north on Route 7. After watching a school bus unload 700 kids for 45 minutes, we had a clear shot up thru the Boston Mtns and we took advantage. No one seems to live here and the road is just one turn after another. The only straights are down the mountain and up the other side making for some fun speed runs. And then the twists and turns.
I don't know how he found the moment but the SRT driver checked his GPS and it told him to turn onto Route 123. Apparently it was a "shorter" route but only as the crow flies. I would suggest we found another "DRAGON" cause it has about fifty miles of pavement all knotted up into about 13 miles of land.
First set of turns had a sign, "5 miles of hills and turns"
"Sure," we said with a wide grinn, and took it on. A few hundred yards of straight away and another sign, "5 miles of hills and sharp turns." Again we took them fast and furious and while it was tougher, we beat the mountain again.
About a mile of straight road later another sign loomed in view. "5 miles of YADA YADA" and again we took the................. OH..... MY...... GOD!!!
WHERE'S THE LAND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?
IT LOOKS LIKE THE PAVEMENT IS FOLDED UP AND UNDER ITSELF!
HOW THE HELL CAN PAVEMENT DO THAT?
I have never powered out of turns in first gear. Until this mountain road.
I have never grinned this much or puckered this much. Until this mountain road.
I never thought a road could be tougher than the 129 Tennessee Dragon.
Until this mountain road.
I actually used my brakes! I never use my brakes!
We stopped to catch our breath in a little burg called Mount Judea. A general store with tractor gas and a pleasant proprietor. We needed bathrooms and were told " No, but the Cafe had excellent Pies and coffee." So we went there and enjoyed the local color, people, pies and coffee.
"So," I said, "Y'all got a tricky bit of realestate up the road there."
"Yes." replied the Cafe owner.
"You ever get car clubs and such up here?"
"We get bikers all summer but not many cars."
So I promised to rectify that situation with a boat load of friends terrorizing his town this summer.
"Glad to have 'em" he said with a grin.
The rest of the trip home was great, lots of twisty Ozark roads in Missouri but I kept wanting to go back to Mt. Judea.
Good Pie, good coffee, good people and a great road.
Disclaimer.
Not sayin' this all actually happened but ....what if it did?
Anyway, the SRT for the benefit raffle got home safe and sound. Road tested and worthy. Trust me guys, I buying a ticket or two. The car is sweet. Ask Shark067. He had it under his butt for over 800 miles of pure adrennaline charged joy.
For those who ask....We drove legal all the way on the interstate.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Make a note,
Arkansas Route 123, Boston Mtns. Bring attitude, courage and octane booster.
roadster with a stick.
* The OMG button is under the throttle pedal and turns on the SC while downshifting two gears. Push down until it clicks......It will put you firmly to the seatback. About two seconds later, your vision returns.
This is one of those stories.
A few years back our Crossfire car club had a national event . As part of the event, we bought a Supercharged Crossfire on E-Bay for a Childrens Hospital Benefit raffle.
We went to Tyler Texas in my modded, normily aspirated convertible with a stick. The prize was an SRT6 Supercharged Coupe. Essentialy the same car but a HP difference of 265 HP to 330 HP.
This is the tale of the trip home.
Franc Rauscher
Senior Member
Join Date: Mar 2008
Location: St Louis MO
Posts: 12,200
User Gallery
Everything you read here is fiction, OK?
Let's just say that two guys went to Texas to pick an SRT. One is driving a roadster with a stick and the other is about to be introduced, for the first time, to the OMG* button in a Supercharged SRT6 "not really a performance sports car" coupe.
Let us imagine what their temptations and trials might be in bringing this car back to Missouri.
Now there are several ways to get out of Arkansas once you have entred it thru Texarkana. I-30 to I-40 to I-55 north seems like a good safe route, where one could be bored stiff, but make good time. But if between you and St Louis was 600 miles or more of the twistiest, nasty, barely populated, goat trails in the midwest, how would you utilize your time?
Uh huh! With you right foot pressing hard the whole way. Doing your best to keep the road in front of the windscreen, keeping your butthole puckered and keeping a smile the whole way. And do it on the twistiest back roads you could find between you and your final destination.
71 north was a decent flat road with sweeping turns. 40 Miles of "gee this is cool", Shark pushing the OMG button and me peddaling hard to catch up. We turned east on route 70 and headed for the Lake Quachita region.
Route 70 is a two lane road, smooth, with lots of turns and twists but mostly long sweeping runs uphill into the mountains. The air was at a cool 45 F. The canvas top stayed up but the cool dense air made the engine run very nicely. Shark0 had the advantage with the SC of course, but we had just enough turns and traffic to make it an interesting and, between the two cars, fairly even match.
We turned north at Cado on Route 27. Things got serious. Now, our goal was to hit triple digits once in a while where we could. But not to bend the SRT 'cause we were just delivery boys. It wasn't ours to wreck. Still the temptation was there so of course common sense lost the argument. Twenty twisty miles up the Quachita Blue Mountains we had exceed both sensible and legal limts as a matter of routine.
I looked down several times to see the needle at 130. This went on at times for 5 miles or so. We finally stopped looking at the speed, primarily because we couldn't divert our attention that long. It frankly wasn't (don't you laugh now) safe to do so. Having given up all sense by this time, we just drove together at whatever speeds the cars could handle.
While the SRT could pull away on the straights, the little NA roadster that could kept right there in the turns and when the roles reversed, the SRT could not do any better following thru the twisties than the NA. Partly due to low tire pressure, partly to caution, partly to the manual shift giving some help in the turns.
I don't believe I have ever driven a car this hard, this long, and at these speeds, that handled 6 to 5 to 4 downshifts just like 4 to 3 to 2. Say what you want about sprintboosters but the ability to double clutch is a must in these manuvoers. It is a perfomance mod.
We got thru some heavy population around I-40, caught our breath and then shot north on Route 7. After watching a school bus unload 700 kids for 45 minutes, we had a clear shot up thru the Boston Mtns and we took advantage. No one seems to live here and the road is just one turn after another. The only straights are down the mountain and up the other side making for some fun speed runs. And then the twists and turns.
I don't know how he found the moment but the SRT driver checked his GPS and it told him to turn onto Route 123. Apparently it was a "shorter" route but only as the crow flies. I would suggest we found another "DRAGON" cause it has about fifty miles of pavement all knotted up into about 13 miles of land.
First set of turns had a sign, "5 miles of hills and turns"
"Sure," we said with a wide grinn, and took it on. A few hundred yards of straight away and another sign, "5 miles of hills and sharp turns." Again we took them fast and furious and while it was tougher, we beat the mountain again.
About a mile of straight road later another sign loomed in view. "5 miles of YADA YADA" and again we took the................. OH..... MY...... GOD!!!
WHERE'S THE LAND FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?
IT LOOKS LIKE THE PAVEMENT IS FOLDED UP AND UNDER ITSELF!
HOW THE HELL CAN PAVEMENT DO THAT?
I have never powered out of turns in first gear. Until this mountain road.
I have never grinned this much or puckered this much. Until this mountain road.
I never thought a road could be tougher than the 129 Tennessee Dragon.
Until this mountain road.
I actually used my brakes! I never use my brakes!
We stopped to catch our breath in a little burg called Mount Judea. A general store with tractor gas and a pleasant proprietor. We needed bathrooms and were told " No, but the Cafe had excellent Pies and coffee." So we went there and enjoyed the local color, people, pies and coffee.
"So," I said, "Y'all got a tricky bit of realestate up the road there."
"Yes." replied the Cafe owner.
"You ever get car clubs and such up here?"
"We get bikers all summer but not many cars."
So I promised to rectify that situation with a boat load of friends terrorizing his town this summer.
"Glad to have 'em" he said with a grin.
The rest of the trip home was great, lots of twisty Ozark roads in Missouri but I kept wanting to go back to Mt. Judea.
Good Pie, good coffee, good people and a great road.
Disclaimer.
Not sayin' this all actually happened but ....what if it did?
Anyway, the SRT for the benefit raffle got home safe and sound. Road tested and worthy. Trust me guys, I buying a ticket or two. The car is sweet. Ask Shark067. He had it under his butt for over 800 miles of pure adrennaline charged joy.
For those who ask....We drove legal all the way on the interstate.
Make a note,
Arkansas Route 123, Boston Mtns. Bring attitude, courage and octane booster.
roadster with a stick.
* The OMG button is under the throttle pedal and turns on the SC while downshifting two gears. Push down until it clicks......It will put you firmly to the seatback. About two seconds later, your vision returns.
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