That Chevy there was the old Boomer. She was a V6, 5 speed, and was tweaked to my likening. Damn I loved that truck! Not alot of folks could keep up with me, and alot of folks loved how she railed.
The story goes that Allan and I were out over at CJ's one night. My ex and I were almost split up, and Allan had nothing better to do, so we went riding up to Huntersville via Mt. Holly-Huntersville Road, to check a few things out.
On the way back, in a minor curve, a fella driving a small Dodge Neon decided to cross the double yellow, and come into my lane. Allan was wearing a seat belt, and I was not. I had enough time to tell Allan to hold on, and then I did manuevers that would have made Dale Senior proud of me...as I kept the truck under control the whole way.
Ended up plowing over the TOP of the car, and upon impact back onto the tarmac, went into at least 2 360 degree skids, but never leaving the road. This is pretty good, considering how long the truck was. Upon coming to final stop, I was facing the same direction I had been traveling. I was fine, but Allan was a little banged up. After making sure that he was fine, I had to kick my door open, to get out.
I went down the road about 8/10ths a mile to where the drunk bastard in the neon came to rest. His airbags had deployed, and he was face first in them. The whole drivers side of the car was a waste. I had to pry the door open, at which point dude fell out of the car, and proceeded to try and puke on my shoes! :eek His first comment to me, I swear, was 'where in the hell did you come from!" At this point I was getting ready to deck him, but Allan held my arm back, and said it would not have been right...and to go back to the truck.
Upon the trip back to the truck, I saw parts of her lying all of the road, strewn everywhere. It was then that I noticed the damage to the axle, and everything else. The more I inspected her, the more I got pissed, and the more I wanted to go beat the shit out of the drunk, but Allan would not let me.
End of story, is that LEO's came and hauled the drunk away, Boomer was totalled, and for just a few more thousand that what she was worth, I was able to buy the Silver Bullet. Though I like the Bullet, she will never be what that Chevy was.
Again, many thanks to Kerry, who came out way after 0200 to come and get Allan and I, and then took me to the salvage yard the next day, so that I could strip her clean, and get everything ready for installation in the Bullet. :hail