MM&FF: Well, with all of these mods and 10-second timeslips, what was required to make it all happen?
Snake: After we started making power, it was time for suspension mods. In front, we ditched that stupid stock crossmember and swapped in a D&D tubular unit with a coilover conversion. Some 90/10s and 50/50s round out the legs, and Chassis Engineering lower control arms work with Southside uppers to keep my tail in line. Hey, I told you to stop looking at my rear.
MM&FF: Sorry, we couldn't help but notice that you keep talking about it. Hey, are those Weld ProStars?
Snake: Yeah. Got these in 15x8.5. You know what they say about cars with big feet don't you?
MM&FF: Yeah, they have big tires.
Snake: Exactly. Those are 12.5-inch M/T ET Streets in back. In front, I swapped out my 13-inch front brakes and had Rick put in stock '99 GT brakes with those fancy aluminum calipers. This way, I could put on the skinnies. I think in the end, I dropped about 200 pounds, without Atkins or calling Jenny Craig, either.
MM&FF: So when it's time to flex your muscles, where do you go and what class do you race in?
Snake: I like the MM&FF True Street events. It's mainly because I can find other cars like me that get driven on the street to and from the events. I get to lay down the numbers, and Rick and I still get home with the A/C on. Michigan can get pretty hot in the summer. I think it's called lake-effect heat or something like that.
MM&FF: I think you're confusing it with lake-effect snow.
Snake: What's snow?
MM&FF: I guess you'd never know, being pampered with only 31,000 miles on the clock. So what are your plans for next year?
Snake: Well, we're in the 10s now, so we're pretty happy with the performance. As for the exterior, I told Rick not to lay a finger on my original paint, so we're staying blue for now. Maybe we'll start playing with cams, but other than that, it's all good in the neighborhood.
MM&FF: Thanks for your time. Want to get something to eat?
Snake: Well, it's about damn time this is over. Where's the nearest Firebird buffet? Your treat, right?
MM&FF: Sure, we'll just go to the track. You can eat all you want.