Mark's '81 Dungrocket
The story of how my 928 got its name goes like this;
car was given to me a few months after my 17th birthday last year. On the
first day of school a hot shot in his brand new Audi A4 was yelling at me
to race. I knew the shark was a bit slow off the start so I told him that
maybe I would sometime, but not then (I guess I had some idea that it
would magically get off the liner quicker).
Well, as luck would have it, later that day, I was on my way out to the
University. The road out to it is a smooth, long and straight one, with
two lanes going out to it, and two lanes coming from it. Anyway, I was
just poking along and in my rear view mirror I see a black A4 weaving in
and out of traffic. I knew who it was and waited for him to pull up next
As soon as he did, I knew it was
on, and my freeway flyer had to do it's stuff. I dropped it into
"2" to get some length on him and we both hit it. The shark's
cry to redline was quite pleasing to the ear and I just smiled and waved
as I popped it up to "3" and left him nothing to see but those
big 7 letters that we all so love....it was a glorious day!!
The next day, the guy could think of nothing else to say to regain some
of his lost pride, all he could say was, "you and that
rocket better be careful..." I just laughed.
(My buddies eventually came up with the more appropriate
term..."Dungrocket".) - Take care, Mark Burnett