“It’s been three different colors, even getting its own TV spot back when it was silver, but it’s pretty much the same car underneath as it has been for years.” “This car has gotten me to where I am today,” he said. Brian spoke to us later than afternoon, during an unseasonably hot in Memphis, Tennessee. He gladly agreed as he revved up to take someone else for a ride. The front 315-width tires chew into the asphalt as the 335 rear tires slightly give way, and before you know it, this all-steel, American muscle car with full interior is heading back the other directio,n heading towards another sharp corner as I laugh to myself in disbelief, “Here we go again!”Īfter Brian dropped us off from our ride along at the inaugural F-Body Nationals at Memphis International Raceway, we asked if we could photograph his car and get his story. The six-piston front and rear BAER calipers clamp down on 14-inch front and rear rotors (no doubt to decrease nose dive and keep the car level and balanced). “We should really be braking now.”įinally, at literally the last split second, as my palms sweat and my life flashes before my eyes, Brian Finch lays into his brake pedal, heavily. “Ok, we should be braking now,” I think to myself as the turn approaches.
I look ahead, everything is moving by so quickly. I peer out of the passenger window and what was once a crowd of onlookers is now a blur.
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The driver bangs into second gear as I grip the seat with my hands even tighter. A hopped-up LS is rip-snorting and carrying on under the hood. We’re barreling down a short backstretch lined with orange cones.