Of all the entries yours is one of my fav.
My friend in high school drove a Malibu just like this one. He had swapped out the engine, and replaced it with a 450hp stock V8. He use to race 5.0L mustangs with it, and win each time. He would smoke Camaros as well.
It was such a sleeper car. Painted stock green, stock tires, and stock exhaust. The only hint of any performance was an extra gauge he attached to the dashboard. When he would hit the gas it would pin you to the back of the bench seats in the back, and just hold you there until it hit 120mph. I loved it, but it was kind of crazy and stupid.
I almost got killed in that car actually. We use to hang around the parking lot at a donut shop here in Toronto. Around midnight racers would collect, and then head out to a highway by pass. Where they would do illegal street races.
While riding in the back seat with some other friends, an Italian driver (can’t remember his name) was driving beside us in a Pink Mustang 5.0. Yea it was Pink, and very modified. We didn’t start racing right away, but sort of egged each other on and the next thing I know we were just flying threw intersections. The mustang was clearly supercharged or something.
We were heading for a street light, and an other car started to make a left turn across our path. At those speeds no one can see you coming. The Mustang was a head of us and swerved into on coming traffic and lost control. The stang started spinning wildly out of control with smoke filling the streets. My god I had never seen so much smoke. We slammed on the brakes burning the tires almost off the rims. It all happened so fast.
Amazingly the Mustang recovered from the spin, and kept on driving.
We missed the car turning left by a few inches. Thank God for that. I couldn’t believe what had happen, and I was just riding as a passenger in the back seats.
The Mustang pulled up along side us, and the driver’s face was pure white from shock.
Anyway, your Malibu just reminds me of those younger years where youth do stupid things.