
Originally Posted by
madbikeboy
99% of the speed of a motorcycle is the lose nut on top. Same with the muscle car thing. I've driven a lot of pro-touring Camaros, mustangs, even pick ups, that are surprisingly quick. So, using a good fraser as a benchmark, I've driven a couple of Cobra's (Factory Five replicas with LS7's/427's) that would spank a good 2 litre fraser - the difference is that the Cobra is much trickier to drive fast.
Most pro-touring Camaros / Mustangs would be slower than a Fraser on a tight course. The real difference is in the development. For example, I've got a 67 Mustang with at least $20k in suspension mods, big Wilwoods all round, and a worked (good) Shelby HiPo. Despite the money in it, it's still a 1960's Ford Falcon parts share car underneath. Is it fast? Well, it's quick, but not fast. It'll do 12 second quarters, and it'll turn and stop (sorta). A stock WRX would kill it. It's more fun to drive than the WRX, and there's more drama (and tyre smoke as well). Would it beat a Fraser? Not in a million years.
So, take a second Gen Camaro, or a 70 'Cuda. If you take time and money, (lots of money), and you're willing to drive bravely, then yes, you can beat a Fraser if you're a reasonably ballsy driver. It's a physics lesson, take a 2800 pound car, stuff 1200 horsepower worth of late model LS or Hemi turbo goodness, and stick enough rubber under it, and it's fast. I've seen Caterham's raced against said set up in the US, so I'm not basing it on opinion, but results.
But, it's kind of missing the point a little. Take a 1960 Impala (or the 58 Impala like I took to the beach hop this year) - with a two speed power glide, the cars just cruise smoothly and effortlessly. The carry lots of weight, and they have tiny brakes. They're also expensive and most of the parts are completely unobtainium. They made a million Mustangs, you can order any part you want. Try ordering parts for a 59 Imperial, or a 57 Pontiac Safari - I've been waiting for years for a couple of trim pieces to come up for sale. With that in mind, you don't risk the cars by racing. Bluntly, I prefer driving the Mustang in 90% of situations, it's the intellectual equivalency of banging rocks together for fun, but that all goes out the window when you can create rubber smoke in any gear. On a hot summers day, I'd prefer the 60 Impala Bel Air convertible, no question. Keep in mind, I'm the guy who thinks 800 k's out of a rear tyre on a thou is perfectly acceptable and normal.
As for racing performance of x versus y - same as bikes, the losest nut wins.
Okay, the TBird. Really great car. You can buy any part you want for them. They have great resale. They're not cheap to run (depending on the motor you get), but they're a great cruising car. You get in, start driving, and spend the day smiling at all the attention. They're easy to work on. You've got to be mindful of rust, make sure you check them out very carefully. I would never buy a US restored car unless I saw the restoration and the car in bare metal, and they ran out of bondo that year in the states. Chuck a couple of friends in it, and then find all the events you can.
I actually decided to add some more to war and peace. I like old cars, and I like some car people - normally the old guys who carry shotguns when they see someone driving up their driveway. Old car guys are like old bikers, same thinking, same realness. I fucking hate anyone who belongs to the Mustang club in NZ, or Australia. Half of them have never been to the US, and yet they can explain why you're wrong about everything your car has or hasn't got. Also against the wall when I take over are the Jaguar owners, the Porsche owners, and the Chev owners club guys. I have a special hate in my heart for Ferrari club members, dem fuckers need a life. Bikers are different. I mostly like bikers. You get complete fucktards online and IRL, but for the most part bikers are different, there's a different moral code. Car people are less cool. I have a $2500 alarm in the 67 with a GPS unit, because I know car people are covetous. The 67 lives long periods in a place when the welcoming committee believe in eminent domain laws, and carry Winchester pumps as a greeting. I've never had a biker steal from me, and I'd trust another biker long before I'd trust a muscle car person or a person in a suit. I'd trust a Mopar guy before a chevy guy. But I'd trust a Harley owner long before any of them. And I'm a sportsbike guy.
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