Back about 1978ish, when I was driving my Cobra on I-5 northbound in SW Portland, I had a Black Cheetah fly past me like there was no tomarrow. I attempted to gear down and catch up with him. Because of the flow of cars and no holes in the traffic, I was unable to get up to him. He took the next exit, and I could not get over to take the next exit too. So I just kept driving on my way. Then all of a sudden, waaaaaaa.....and he goes flying by me again! He had taken the exit, waited for me to go by the on ramp, and then gunned it past me. This time, he kept on going, and I was never able to manuver around traffic again to catch up with him.
As it turns out, the guy lived in Gladstone (suburb in SE Portland), and it had a 427 in it. I was told it was one of 2 or 3 that had a 427 installed instead of the normal sbc. I never kept in contact with the guy. Later on, I wish I would have kept some information on the car and the owner. I wonder where that car is today?
Gary Kadrmas