I'll be in Stanton. I'm in the middle of swapping engines in the tow vehicle. The old 79 F-350 is getting a just broken in 460 donated from a 71 Lincoln Mark III. If any of you Ford guys need a C6 trans. I got one for sale. E-mail me for details. Bluesalad@aol.com
We'll be at Stanton, but this year I'll be the spectator, baby sitter and my son, Bob Jr., will be doing the driving. He says I'm getting to old and slow to do the driving. Actually I've been trying to get him to drive for the last two years and he finally accepted my offer. Hope he doesn't make me look to foolish.
Don't dump the picture.... in fact if you have more pics of the 59 Sport Fury with the toilet seat on the trunk lid, I'd like to see them too. :kodak:
We were going to use the HPP shoutout at Norwalk two weekends ago to break the RA IV T/A in but we got rained out again:ball: It did make it out of the trailer so it was getting close to its first pass. That means the next chance I have to try her out is Stanton. Hopefully a fully virgin car does not bite me in the butt once more. The good news is we are going to try once more with the HPP PS Shootout. This time at Stanton right before the PS weekend. Wish us luck and no rain. Mark
no not that , got rained out saturday for the summer series I am in . In fact we are almost swampland due to all the rain and more is coming
I will be in Stanton again and more than likely chris will be there with the Dart also. Might retire the Blue Lemans convert after this year. ( I know, I know, several of you guys same the same thing every year, so I won't hold my breath) Doing a 71 T-37 I hope to have ready next year for stanton. Six cyl car cloning to a 400 probably. Can't wait to see you guys and have a great time. Don:bla:
I'm tellin' ya Don, 455 D port. Make it ,and it will run! I found a couple pairs of 71 D port 455 heads up in my area reasonable, your 400 block, and a call to Ohio crank:3gears:
I hear you, Don. I've been planning to retire the Ramrod for 5 or 6 years now. :laugh: 66 sure has turned into a problem child, though. The T37 looks neat. Body coming off? Looks like that would be no big deal from this point. Hope you're not planning to sell the blue Lemans. Gorgeous car. Stay away from Miller. He has a "car flipping" virus. :bglasses:
Hey Stefina, Get back to buffing!! I am sure that car has enough museum dust to make us all gag!:spank:
No, they took pretty good care of it! I had better get moving though......haven't done a thing except set in it and make vroom vroom sounds! :laugh: :laugh:
The Long Road Back... How long has it been? Good work takes time, and must regularly fight with procrastination. So, how long has it been? Long enough that the fuel turned. Long enough that the dust filmed to the body panels creating a patina on the gloss that lurked beneath. So long that the oil darkened to an opaque black. Fortunately, these things were easily cured last night: fresh fuel; wash and wax; an oil change. The greater challenge rests with the other changes. We’ve all been there... the last minute thrash to get ‘er ready. There are only weeks left, and The Show waits for no one. Under the hood, a wrench ratchets slowly to its final rest, guided by the sure hand of its master. It’s done. Each repair; each improvement; now checked and double checked, the only thing that remains is to bring your creation back to life and give it some seat time. As you step back to observe your workmanship, a beam of pride creases your cheek. The only light in the garage emanates from a dimly lit work bench. It glints off the bright metal under the hood in an almost sinister foreboding of the awesome potential that lies within. It only seemed like a moment, but you didn’t snap out of your daydream for almost 30 minutes. Man these things can captivate the imagination. How many times have you just stood there in the dark and fascinated over this damn car? Dreaming of the moment when it would finally be done. Are you ready? It’s still early evening when the ignition finally cranks the big cube monster to life. Warm-up and a couple of quick adjustments confirms everything seems to be in order. Everything... except that little oil drip. $%&T! I’ll have to tend to that before race day, but for tonight it’ll just stain a little. Backing out onto the street, the cool evening air is just about perfect for a road test. You quietly skulk out of the neighbourhood so as not to alert those unsympathetic to your antiquated horsepower addiction. A few minutes from home, and the wider commercial streets provide excellent opportunities for a few bursts through the gears. It sounds good. It’s pulling hard. And the seat of your pants tells you the bolt-ons have definitely increased the available underhood stable. A light tap on the brakes brings down the nose allowing you to roll smoothly to a stop at the intersection. The stillness of the night is filled only with the beautifully muffled rumble of high compression emitted from the throaty duals. Cool. Just a man and his machine. And that’s all... at least until that chirp behind you. Quickly glancing in your rearview, you notice a set of parking lamps just a few car lengths behind you. Your eyes fight to adjust. It’s not clear at first what you’re looking at, but it’s slowly rolling toward you. Like a rollodex, your mind races through the possibilities that particular lighting configuration could represent. In that same instance, the lights dip slightly left with a sharp chirp... and the car’s beside you. Now under the street light, the mystery is over. It’s another piece of old iron. And just like you, someone else is out getting some seat time. Now, this could get interesting...
Damn RDL!, Did you copy that from somewhere, or write it? If you wrote it, your in the wrong profession:3gears:
3 Count them, 3 WEEKS......Ha, Ha, Ha!!!!!! I suddenly hear gasp of joy and distress all at the same time!ou: In the infamous words of 'Larry the Cable Guy'......"Git-R-Done!!!!"
Well, well, well... Just where the heck did he come from? The streets are deserted... or so you thought. The view out your side window confirms that’s no longer the case. From front to back, you’re no longer the only thing glinting under the lights in the early evening darkness. In fact, she’s glinting a little more! That’s a big car. What writer’s used to call a Supercar back in the day, a term that itself did not survive past its era. It’s not wearing much more than its flashy paint though, suggesting this stripped version was built for business. The exhaust note, which began to over power yours the minute he pulled up beside you, confirms this ride isn’t your granddaddy’s Sunday car. No sir. It represents Detroit’s initial foray into production performance. The first golden age of street exotics designed simply... to run everything else over. Glancing up, your eyes finally meet with those of the other driver. Even in the dark they shine a bright blue, framed by silver hair and a gruff skin marked with the lines of time. There’s a welcoming grin, but that’s not what catches your attention next. The arm leaning out the window bears the faded markings of a by-gone era in which this man served his country. A sense of awe and pride moves in to the point of being almost overwhelming. If you knew nothing more about him, you knew right then and there you liked and respected this man. “Well hello”, he offers. “Hey back at ya’.” He continues, “You know I’m not really up on current events, but isn’t that one of them new fangled... oh, now what are they calling them again... oh yeah, musclecars?” He’s wry; and he’s got a sense of humour. Okay, you play along. “Sure is. Big cubes, intermediate body, and enough torque to melt the hides pretty good. Now as for that half acre you’re sitting in, isn’t that one of them so called ‘Supercars’ I read about in the history books?” He takes the bait. “Well I dunno’, I’m not sure how long it’s been that you’ve been able to read. I tell you what though, I first started pulling on shifter levers about the time you were in your crib pulling on your wire”, he fires back. You’re smiling ear to ear now. It’s a time honoured tradition – trash talk. Guys have been doing it at the lights ever since when, and this guy’s no slouch. Think fast: “Oh yeah, I think I remember seeing you on TV; pulling your lever on that dinosaur and dropping some rocks. How’s your pal Barney by the way?” “Now don’t you be confusing things. Barney’s that purple dinosaur you and my grandkids tuck in with every night.” Checkmate! You’re not going to take him down and you’re now both laughing too hard. He’s got more though: “So tell me, is it past your bedtime yet, or does that little intermediate have time for one more pass before it goes back on the trailer.” No holding back now: “Tell you what, if you promise not to nod off waiting for the light to turn green, I’ll get you a front row view of my tail lights.” Game on.
