Is anyone else jonesing for a holeshot?
In the meantime, another story from the old days. This happened just about this time of year, in the early of 1968. Later that year, I would be off to the Navy.
We had a lot of snow on the ground, but had some nice days, and the streets "dried up." One Sunday was sunny, and actually 'warm' if you stood in the sun. Don Blackmore had a 48ish Ford pu with a sb, I think it was a 283. I think he had the 2 fours on it then. This was an old 'Vette 2x4 manifold with adapters ground out to accept larger AFB carbs. The pu had I think 411's and a misery .........I mean Mystery shifter (Hurst) 3 speed. Dixco or look-alike tach.
So Don and "Kincaid" got together. "Kincaid" had a new Camaro 350. Don had homemade headers, not even collectors, just dumped each tube under the truck, with a hose clamp around the tubes.
The truck was easy to work on, and a "few minutes" on the local "Signal" station hoist dropped the street exhaust and the headers were hung.
Off we all went out the "Dover highway" to the "gravel pit." Don and I arrived at the "pit" to the sound of an electric pump gasping for fuel. Had to send "Kincaid" back to town for a few gallons of gas, LOL.
The "misery" shifter had an extension welded on, and the shifter must'a had a throw clear to the firewall. Don wound that thing up until the 5? 6? K tach just banged the needle down in the corner, and then KEPT RIGHT ON winding it up until "something" floated. I don't know whether it was valves or points. Then shifted to 2nd. It was all over, baby. The Camaro didn't have a chance, 2 out of 3. I don't remember what "gears" were in the Camaro, probably 3.38.
US-2, near Dover, between Spokamentro and Sandpoint. Narrow little thing. We didn't go all that fast, back then
In the meantime, another story from the old days. This happened just about this time of year, in the early of 1968. Later that year, I would be off to the Navy.
We had a lot of snow on the ground, but had some nice days, and the streets "dried up." One Sunday was sunny, and actually 'warm' if you stood in the sun. Don Blackmore had a 48ish Ford pu with a sb, I think it was a 283. I think he had the 2 fours on it then. This was an old 'Vette 2x4 manifold with adapters ground out to accept larger AFB carbs. The pu had I think 411's and a misery .........I mean Mystery shifter (Hurst) 3 speed. Dixco or look-alike tach.
So Don and "Kincaid" got together. "Kincaid" had a new Camaro 350. Don had homemade headers, not even collectors, just dumped each tube under the truck, with a hose clamp around the tubes.
The truck was easy to work on, and a "few minutes" on the local "Signal" station hoist dropped the street exhaust and the headers were hung.
Off we all went out the "Dover highway" to the "gravel pit." Don and I arrived at the "pit" to the sound of an electric pump gasping for fuel. Had to send "Kincaid" back to town for a few gallons of gas, LOL.
The "misery" shifter had an extension welded on, and the shifter must'a had a throw clear to the firewall. Don wound that thing up until the 5? 6? K tach just banged the needle down in the corner, and then KEPT RIGHT ON winding it up until "something" floated. I don't know whether it was valves or points. Then shifted to 2nd. It was all over, baby. The Camaro didn't have a chance, 2 out of 3. I don't remember what "gears" were in the Camaro, probably 3.38.
US-2, near Dover, between Spokamentro and Sandpoint. Narrow little thing. We didn't go all that fast, back then