I just stopped in today at the original Mutt Brothers service station here in my neighborhood. Home of the Quarter Million, Quarter mile winning Hemi Dart.
Thinking that it was raised a few years ago, after doing research on the actual address, I found that it still exist and the cinder block garage building and all is still there except for the original signs which I believe was a Texaco station back when. I get the willies when ever I pass by it. Infamous haunt indeed and a stone throw away from Rufus Boyd's cave where the "Heavy" cars ran out from.

Oh yeah. It must have been an Amoco station.
Wish I knew where that Dart is nowadays. I can still hear the concrete vibrating on the Conduit from its headers even though I was not there during that exact time.

A member here has photos of his fathers 66 Belvie Hemi 4 door 4 speed car for those that think they did not exist...

Yes, it's the S&K Dart, but the Speedwin Hemi Dart was a totally different Dart that originally came from Ebbets Feild Dodge here in Brooklyn. I know the original owner who was a performance counter man there and sold it back to the dealership after only owning it for a week or so because it was a showroom floor left over. I'll keep his reasons for releasing it back to Mother Mopar to myself at the moment, but can you believe that?

The S&K Dart was from another Dealership (I believe Rockville Center Dodge) where my friend also worked as a performance parts man and where Bryan from S&K bought it. I know him also, so I can ask him again when I see him next week.

Back the it was a way of life.I lived 1/2 mile off Hempstead Tnpk and could hear the cars crizin the pike.It was like the call of the wild

Hot Rod Burger King was the place to go

Love the tow hooks on the Chevelle. That's how we did it back in the day!

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Love the tow hooks on the Chevelle. That's how we did it back in the day!

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Thats my favorite Chevrolet and one of my favorite cars of all time, and that example is right up my alley. Bad ass!

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The SS was a 396 / 4 Speed and the owner would let that thing wind out for all it's worth with some of the fastest shifting I'd ever seen. I can still vividly see the posi track s-shaped burnouts on the street and the small gaps between each gear (1st, 2nd, and 3rd). He also went on to built a very high winding 4-speed small block Camaro with tunnel ram that was targeting the 10 second range. Back then a 10 second car was a big deal

I don't know why I haven't got in on this thread before but so it doesn't die here goes:

I raced Fountain Ave every Fri-Sat. night in 78-83 time frame.
Lot's of action.
Used to hit 150th street form time to time and Laural Hill in Queens a time or two also.

One car that always stood out was a 69 Road Runner with a husband wife team.
I think it was Green and the wife was the driver, Long red hair.
She would rule the Fount whenever they showed up.
In fact it was so bad I remember one night they took on a Early [Edited by Moparts - Family Friendly Site - Keep it clean]. bike because no none would race them anymore!
Anyone remember them??
Ron

mid 70s, used muscle cars everywhere and cheap. palm beach county florida, lake worth beach every night hangout.
street racing almost every night, then all day on sunday way out west of town.
my cousin bought a 68 hemi road runner for a thousand cash, several hemi cars in the area, big block chevys, fords, pontiacs.
good friend had a hemi sattelite very fast but almost stock, 69 dart 340 solid cam and more compression beat him easily.

One night at Fountain about 1980 I was riding shotgun in my buddy's 440 6pack Auto w/4.10 Dana 71 Charger we didn't know back then it was one of 98 made .
Well Mikey Petito (drunk Mike) was there with a 68 Cuda that was definitely more race than street, he may of had a slick on it too.
Mike had a habit of if he got in front of you he would take your lane so as to insure his win.
I think we bet 50 or 100 and then with all the side bets we heard it was pretty GREEN.

The race comes off and of course Mike has us out of the box, when the charger hit second gear those carb's were pulling us past Mike's quarter panel.
Mikey start pushing us over to the left and my buddy isn't going to give up so his foot stays through the radiator and his white letter tires are scuffing the left divider.
Mike made it so bad that we had to stay just behind him till the end.

We come back around to the start and my friend is pissed and Mikey wants his money, gets in our faces, one of our good friend's that was well know as a guy to not screw with ( not to mention his own Black Chevelle that I'll get to later) pulls Mike aside and sets him straight. We offered to even run again with our radial tired Yellow Submarine but Mikey declined knowing the outcome.
That was the only time I ever saw any tension down there.
Ron

Drunk Mike got into it with several people, he's had a gun or two pointed in his face!

Best "cheater" street racing story I recently heard:

NY National Speedway record holder with a black '66 Coronet and a worked 361 also did well money racing with the car on Clearview Expressway in the late sixties on LI. At the end of a good night he loses big money to a newcomer with a big block Chevy. So, they ask for a chance to win it back if the Chevy guy will let them put slicks on the Coronet. Chevy guy agrees. They return with an identical '66 black Coronet complete with slicks, one of the first street hemi motors and the license plates from the 361. They win, collect and disappear for awhile because that sh*t could get them killed. Supposedly they only did this twice and no one ever ratted them out.

Many a copy cat of copy cat cars as I've heard. I heard of a similar switch with a warm 65' Goat to a Hot 65' Goat on Staten island one night.

OK here's a Staten Island story, I moved there in 78 but all my friends and activities were still in Brooklyn. Since I worked at Murino Bros. Auto Parts on SI I met a few guys.

Whenever my friend's came to the Island and we cruised I tried to get my Boys and the new guys get along. Well so much for that.
My buddy Jimmy worked for Nunzi and got to know his way around a Pontiac cylinder head really well.
He had a 72 T/A with a mild sounding low compression 462 with the best head and all the Nunzi tricks. He came out to the Island on Sunday night and mouths start flapping and one thing leads to another.
A race is set up with Jimmy's T/A against a Brown Olds 442 that is supposed to be real fast. Mind you the 442 guy isn't even there.

The SI guys go get him but the motor is out of the car so they decide that Danny's Nova with a 454 and all the goodies will do the trick.
They drag this guy Danny out of a bar and them him what he's about to do but he says only with slicks! They want a money race and between their 4 guys they come up with $1200 but we had $1500 so we push them to find more dough.

Jimmy was good at the game and says no problem but I'm going to put a little pair of 9" sneakers on myself.

They put these monster tires on the back of this beautiful custom painted Nova and say they are ready.
Jimmy's brother shows up with the little 9" puppies and they decide the Richmond Pkwy entrance from Richmond ave toward Arden is the place due to concrete.

Both cars are driven there and they are laughing at this mild T/A since the Nova has all the goodies with it's ZL1 cam and sounding like the s&*t!


We stop what ever traffic shows up which in 1979-80 isn't much and both cars do a burnout with the Nova first and it sound awesome!
Jimmy does his and it looks just as impressive!

They start to look at each other like what da???

The race comes off and the Nova gets the jump but as the T/A's T400 hits second it's make up ground time, in fact they almost hit each other at one point.
The T/A past that mighty Nova so hard the kids father probably felt the rush!!

The burnout marks were on that pavement for like 2 years.

Afterwards they pay up but the Nova guy can't believe what happened and is ranting like crazy.

So the night finally ends but Ricky isn't done putting salt in the wound so the next day he stops at the Mobil station that Danny (Nova owner) works at and fills up his tank with regular on his way to school at Devry in NJ.

Hey no one was informed enough to find the Nitrous setup on the T/A when they looked at that little docile motor they were laughing at!!
As time went on I became good friend with most of the SI guys and fessed up about that night, they all were laughing like crazy but this time at themselves...
Ron

Kind of a street race involving my first car. My dad drove a '65 Valiant 2 dr. sedan w/ a 170 /6 and a 3 on the three for several years. His plan was to give me the car when I turned 16 (in '71). Many mornings on his way to work, a guy in a Ford Cortina would follow Dad down the on-ramp onto the expressway then blow by Dad in the other lane. After we did the 340/727 transplant, Dad was just itching to catch the guy one morning. Day came that the guy followed Dad down the ramp. Dad waited until the guy pulled into the other lane then hammered it. He held it to about 120 then slowed way down and waited on the guy. Dad said when the guy caught up to him, he wouldn't pass.


Tim