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Originally Posted by special-K
I remember riding in the back seat of a purple w/white interior 340 Duster owned by my buddy's sister's boyfriend's buddy (follow all those 's?) back around 71/72. I95 was being built and the little country road Rt216 turned into a 6 lane dual hwy about a mile before the I95 bridge and about the same back down into Main St. Laurel, MD. A good couple miles of runway in the middle of nowhere...ending in town. I remember John wringing it out and looking at the speedometer reading 140. She was wound tight alright! What a sound? I remember both things like it was yesterday...even John's name!
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Bolding mine. The sound of THREE 500 CFM Holleys, wide open...YEE HAW! I never had one, but have heard them go by.