Best.Kill.Ever.
This is the story of a forum Member of LS1 and LS2.com. He was pretty well known to have the fastest car on the boards. Here is the story in all its glory:
The last couple of weeks there has been this young kid in a Supra that has been killing just about everything in town. The kid is from Austin, and I will give him this: that car is very fast. Anyhow, a buddy of mine has a 427 LS1 with a small shot of nitrous and this kid wanted a money race so they set it up. Anyhow, before they get to race last night, a 96 supercharged Mustang GT challenges him. The 'Vette has already beat the Mustang pretty good out at Idalu. The Mustang is running mid to high 11's so my buddy figures that they can line up to see what he is going up against because rumor is that this Supra is [running] high to mid 9's in Austin. Well, they line up and the Mustang gets its doors completely ripped off. Not even a race. This got my buddy worried, because he had $500 dollars on the bet with the Supra that he might lose. So the Supra and the Vette line up and my buddy hangs with him to about 60 and then the kid just flat walks him by about 4 car's. They did it again from a rolling start and it just got worse from there. Well, my buddy hands over the money while this kid is mouthing off about how Supra's are so great and that he will beat any domestic car. We were all standing in a group looking at the Supra's engine and listening to this kid run his mouth when I hear the most wonderful sound I have ever heard.....a black dark-ass-tinted 70 Dart rolls up with a huge blower sticking out of the hood and a rumble that was shaking the ground. The kid looks at the car and I think about this time he realized he may be in trouble, but he can't back down now. I hear some kind of click and this Dart starts slowly heating up the huge meats on the back of the car. Not fast mind you, just slowly gathering speed as if he could have destroyed them at will, but was just playing around. About this time, I look and I realize who this is (I should have known) due to the smoking skulls on the side of it: Mr. Voodoo Childe himself. You talk about putting a smile on my face. Anyhow, so this kid walks over to the car and they agree to run the two for $1000. They line up and the kid starts to due a burnout. I tell my buddy, with a smile, watch this becasue you may never get to see it again. By this time the Mustang guys and him are wondering what the hell is in this car and how I know about it. The kid does a pretty long burnout and backs up. I hear that ominous click again, he purges, and all hell breaks loose. That Dart annihalated what looked like about 16 or 17 inch-wide tires on the back of it. I am thinking yeah now your all mighty Supra is getting ready to be destroyed. They line up and I guess they agreed to let him honk to start. Well, the kid leaves before the 3rd honk and pulls about 1 and half car lengths on the Dart. That lasted about a half a second because when that Dart left (Putting about 12 inches of air under the front tires) he blew by that Supra like it was sitting still. I bet he had him by 15 to 20 car lengths when they shutdown. I guess that is why he has AZZKIKR on the license plates. They stopped and the kid handed him the money and they drove off. I would have loved to talk to him about how he knew we were going to be there? All in all, a bad ass kill.
PS-Voodoo Childe if you read this I would like you to e-mail me.
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Cool story. 
