TxDoc
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When I was in high school, a guy in town had a similar car. On the door, it read... The Judge.
If you thought you were worthy, and pulled up along side him at a stop light... The Judge would judge you and pass sentence upon you and your car
He was an adult.. an orthopedic surgeon. He had money to afford that car, a Porsche 928 and a Ferrari Berlinetta Boxer with a V12. He was very cool and a few of us would go around his house and he was gracious and understood our fascination. We were in high school. Most wanted a Firebird because of Smokey and the Bandit or Z28. One guy in our class was quiet, didn't play sports, but was a far car guru. His father was a young racing fiend to the police in his time. And his older brother could work on motors and transmissions, which were taboo to fool with to most high schoolers. He had an SS. It was a car feared by the rival high schools. When his father's expertise was needed, you knew something special would be the result. Not some performance evolution, more like a revolution. Michael was quiet and not boastful, a braggart, or, a smart aleck. He had this little, subtle smile when a would-be challenger asked... "Wanna run Em?" We knew what was coming. He never belittled anyone before or after defeating them. He always found something good to say about their car and even offered little suggestions on changes he knew would make that particular engine or transmission or rear end much better.
When the weather was bad, he drove a Honda Civic to the clinic and hospital. At the clinic, off in the corner of the parking lot, good wife paid for a parking space metal awning for the better cars to be in the shade.
Looking back, the BB had the mid engine V12 and cooling ran under the floorboards to the resort m radiator up front. In hot Texas summers, you feet knew it
Although it was called a Berlinetta BOXER. The engine was not a boxer, it was a 180 degree flat 12. Nothing sounded like that engine. Like I said, he was gracious to us. Not a "country clubber, look at me" guy. He was a true car guy. He did s lot of his own work and maintenance. But, there was an engine builder he sold hot rod and drag racing parts that helped him too. That was truly a magical and special time. He's passed away and I can't explain the feeling of knowing it is gone forever. Times have changed..... And for the worse
It's funny because we were in awe of that muscle car. BUT, when we were with our parents, in daytime, and you could hear AND see it... They were like..."look at that thing. He needs to get a new muffler."
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