That chase scene may be better than Bullitt but there's no way it's better than the one in Mitchell. Joe Don Baker vs a Mustang....mmmmm....

seven ups was a great movie for its time. Best car chase scene I ever saw was in the ORIGINAL "Gone in sixty seconds". That was also a mustang.

I had the best muscle car when I was a teenager. I had a baby blue 1969 Chevelle Malibu super sport 386 with a 4 barrel. It was awesome. I blew the engine and replaced it with a 327 and no one knew the difference. HA!

My brother had a '68 Corvette with a 427 in it. Fastest car i've ever ridden in. He had it for about six months before he couldn't make the payments anymore and they took it back. But it was fun while it lasted!

You ponsy bitches... none of you has ever been the passenger in a car with ME!!!

For what it's worth, NOTHING beats the chase scene in Bullit simply because of the McQueen factor. I have purchased a new motorcycle, so if you see someone who looks like Steve McQueen on a bike this weekend, it's probably me. Oh, not the guy who was jumping the razor wire on the old school BMW, the more mature version with the long stringy hair and extra fifty lbs of ice cream hanging off him. Well maybe something in between the two.

I distinctly remember my older cousin driving us to see 'Seven Ups'shortly after it came out. He's not the tallest dude and he wouldn't move the seat forward in his Mom's Caddy. With his arms completely outstretched his toes barely reached the gas pedal and I doubt he saw the front of the hood. He looked as much like a pimp as a caucazoid teenager from the Chicago suburbs could and I didn't question him, but it was clearly dangerous.

The movie did have some great chase scenes but what's indelible was my trip to and from the theater. The Coupe De Ville had a nice size engine and our driver didn't mind proving it. The simultanious dropping of the automatic transmission into a lower gear, the four barrels gasping for air and the needle dropping on the fuel gauge while we were pressed into our seat backs was all part of my seventies experience. These are truly wonderful cars!(I wish I still had one)

Annika, I'll keep my camera handy. Not suprisingly, there are a few Generals here in north Georgia.

The first car i ever drove was my grandma's '66 cadillac coupe de ville. A 429 V8 with 340 horses.

Hey if you take any pictures of the General, send them to me!

McQueen's a pussy. He took one look at my '67 Shelby GT500 and cried like a baby.

"if you see someone who looks like Steve McQueen on a bike this weekend, it's probably me. Oh, not the guy who was jumping the razor wire on the old school BMW, the more mature version with the long stringy hair and extra fifty lbs of ice cream hanging off him. Well maybe something in between the two."

Like this, Cas?

"The first car i ever drove was my grandma's '66 cadillac coupe de ville. A 429 V8 with 340 horses."

Caddie! Drove a '71 DeVille Brougham, 472 V8, thing was a boat! Heavy enough to take on an F150 in a demolition derby, crappy mileage... but man, the room. It was wild to look under the hood, see a 7+ liter engine, and actually see a lot of room between it and the firewall.

Everyone should drive a Honkin Ass Caddy once in their life. Those old hoods were long enough to land a Space Shuttle on. Annika I will definitely send a picture if I spot a General!

great! i dub you the unofficial General Lee correspondent for A's J.

I am honored ofcourse, but I may have offered more than I can deliever. Assuming every car show in Georgia has one of these orange Mopars I drove up to Dawsonville today only to be dissapointed at the show there. Some nice cars yes, but General no. I'm sure I've seen a few of them driving around in the last year or so but as I get older that could actually mean 3 or 4 or 6 years. I hope everyone can give me some time on this as it'll probobly take some.

I solemnly swear I will fulfill the duties of this unofficial office to the best of my ability or at least if and when I feel like it.

how nice of you to spend your saturday working for annika's journal. and i'm not even paying you (thus your unofficial status).

Sorta EMH, but less hair and more ice cream. The bike is also a bit more stock. 200 miles later, I have survived my ride. I didn't make it to the rolling hills of the Alps, but did climb the switchbacks of the Lagunas, and I'm kicking myself for not taking a camera. I did every type of riding there is, and saw spectacular vistas. Shit I even went down to Campo, and saw the INS rounding up illegals. Literally, they were squatting on the side of the road all young and busboyish.