Sit right back and let ole Bubba Ray spin ya a yarn about coming of age........
Back in the day, during my man-boy days, I was the owner-operator of the Red Line Oil Racing Pinto. The baddest 2000cc, 4 spd, hot rodding, off roading, air timing machine to come out of the Ford plant and it was all mine.
Throughout our time of hanging and banging with the city folk up there in the Bay Area, we had proven ourselves over and over again. We, as a team, were the most infamous two in my hood. We had tackled trails failed by the 4x4 crowd. We had taken on the fastest V-8 machines in two counties (yeah, we lost but that's not the point) and to this day, our mark in the concrete driveway still is visible to the crowds that travel to the upper parking at the Sun Valley Mall in Concord, CA. Those Duke boys from GA weren't sh*t compared to us.
Anyway, a few months before my man-boyness was to come to an end and the Red Line Oil Racing Pinto and myself were to go our separate ways forever, we moved our antics back to Bubba's home stomping grounds of the Hi-Plains of Oklahoma.
Well, one day I said to myself, "Bubba, The Red Line Oil Racing Pinto needs some more jack under the hood."
So I sat there for a few moments and pondered the thought. "What could Bubba do to add HP to The Red Line Oil Racing Pinto.?"
I replied back to myself, "Bubba, you's gots to lose the restrictive muffler."
I said, "Bubba, I do believe you're onto something besides your girlfriend for a change."
So since the exhaust on The Red Line Oil Racing Pinto was a modular setup, I had no problem loosening up the u-bolt and sliding the muffler back approximately 1 inch, then I slid into the hi-performance cockpit and in a few seconds, there was music to my ears.
So that night, it was time for Bubba and The Red Line Oil Pinto to hit the town. See if we couldn't scare up a little action.
Now if y'all have seen the pics of Bubba's hometown over on the NCBD site, y'all would know that my OG hood ain't exactly that big. So what I had to do was time the local constabulary until he was on the other side of town. Then when the coast was clear, I unleashed the fire-breathing beast of the 2000cc stock small block. Oh my God Becky, was she loud!!!!!!!!!!!! Running it up to about 4G's on the tach, my ears were a bleed'in like a stuck pig(not really, but it sounds good).
Well in no time, the local constabulary caught up to ole Bubba Ray and said "Bubba, ain't no more hot rodding 'round these parts."
"Well Mr. Lawman, I ain't hot rodding, I ain't broken the speed limit all night. It's true, it's true!"(thanks Kurt Angle)
Well Mr. Lawman wasn't happy with that, or the fact that I had to shut down the beast to be able to hear him. So he let me go with a warning and a few minutes later, I decided to call it a night.
So I go home, running about 500RPMS in 3rd gear so Bubba Sr. doesn't hear me. I walk into the house and there's Bubba Sr.
"Boy, I hear y'all been hot rodding 'round town tonight?"
Of course I'm standing there shocked. You'd think that it would be another 5 minutes or so before he heard about the antics.
So I look at him and told him I hadn't been hot rodding around town, it was just a nasty rumor. Furthermore, I told him about the HP improvement modifications I had done and he looked at me and said, "Boy, y'all will hook that muffler back first thing tomorrow morning."
Did I? Yes.
It's all about having respect for your parents cause they live there, it's their house, and it's their rules and some old boy back in the day laid down the law, "Respect thy mother and thy father." Besides, Bubba Sr. could whup my dumba** back in the day anyway so it was no contest. /forums/images/graemlins/rotfl.gif