B1 heads...6bbl

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Ya know, my younger brother, as a kid was such a prick. He used to tease, taunt and test me all the time. I was only 3 years older but when I was eight, and he was five, that's like huge. Anyway I was charged with taking care of my younger siblings ( I am eldest of 5), and Dad made it clear I couldn't touch him on account of I was nearly twice as big. That's what Dad said, but really the little prick was Dad's favorite.
And so, being eight, and in charge and the little puke don't listen, what's a guy to do? Yeah my temper occasionally got the best of me, and I, not he, always got the licking. This went on over and over and over.
Kindof like the French.
We pounded them and they smack talk. Every where they go, they get pounded, and bounce up smack-talking.There's two kinds of Frenchmen; tall skinny smack-talkers and short pudgy smack talkers.There may be other kinds IDK, but that's just the only two kinds I have met. But I got past that; they hit like girls.
Speaking of which; those short, pretty lil French Catholic hi-school girls were an interesting sort. But I was too smart for them.I met their mothers; and that was the end of my infatuation with short girls period.
But I got nothing against the French. I just don't want to be around them. Maybe it's the Catholic in them, I can't say.I mean I don't know. I never met a Frenchie who wasn't a Catholic. I just thought of that this very minute. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
 
You brought up some memories of myself when I was in high school, I was always a "big" kid for my age at the time so I basically was the protector of our clan so to speak.
Well as we all have experienced in high school we will go from our own school to another's field to check out the"gals" lol well one day we had a French kid come up to our school field while we were out for lunch and he was being a pest with some girls so I was called to go speak to him.. Basically tell him to leave, he was not welcomed.
So here I go the Saviour of our school and there are about 15-20 kids gathered around us now so I ask him, can you please leave, the the girls don't want to be bothered by you... Instead of doing the right thing and just saying, good bye..... Especially when he sees about 20 ppl that are all from this school that don't know him yet are behind me, for all you know all 20 guys and girls will jump on to him if we were to get into a fight, I would be thinking, maybe I can beat this dork but he has 10 other friends with him, for all I know they may jump in to help him and kick my ***, I need to reassess this, no matter how brave he is, he would be stupid thinking differently.
Well no one said the "Quebecers" were a smart bunch.
He turns towards me and tells me to my face up close and personal now,.... Which this saying has stayed with me all these yrs now from old friends when we joke around.. And says "You fights me, you fights my gang"
So I ask him (few times he needs to go) and his reply the whole time was the same... Fights me, fights my gang. Now I started to look, stupid, scared or not willing to do anything right before my friends eyes that I always looked out for.
So I tell him one more time, listen if you don't leave right now I'm not going to ask you again...i think I was finished with the n sound from my mouth with the word again... That he starts You fights me, you fights my gang (no typo this is how they speak English as they translate it, verbatim from French to English, plurals and all) I grabbed him, broke him and told him, "Now go get your gang"

Never seen or heard from him ever again but I still get to hear some friends bust my chops sometimes when we are discussing sports, cars, etc and it sounds like we are arguing before a fight and they will throw it out... "fights me, you fights my gang..."
 
That's like Newfies. They're a tight bunch too. Talk, talk, talk. about the clan. I never understood that gang mentality.
I've always been big around the middle, never taller than 5ft9. but 130 pounds at age 13 and gaining just 10 pounds in the next 5 years, as I grew in height. So of course the fooball team wanted me in about grade 9 or 10 I guess when I was still "big for my grade. But I wasn't overly thrilled about being banged around, and for the next two or three years the older boys banged me around anyway. I learned to keep my mouth shut.
So when a road crew of us got into trouble, at a party, in a strange town, with the Newfies, the fight was on. But there was more of us than them, and the girls came with us. But we had to travel in pairs after that, cuz the little red-headed buggers were pissed as wasps on fire.
I couldda been the mayor's Son-in-law of that town, He had a beautiful daughter that was sweet on me. Well maybe it was the other way but we hit it off pretty good, me by that time, down to 145pounds of mean road-gang muscle.
I miss the 70s......
 
They worked pretty good for what they were. They were the B1BA. They had come off of a dirt engine. They were angle milled to try and get as much compression possible with a stock stroke 360. I used them on a 408. Compression was 15 to 1. In a 3300 lbs./with driver Dart, best E.T. was 11.07 @118. Track elevation 1350. DA was around 3800.
That’s a pretty sad 408. Kim
 
Well I miss the 80s so we are showing our age (76-80 high school) 2 yrs CEGEP (LOL, French equivalence to collage) and 5 more yrs in University (3 for the BaSc and 2 more after ... To Master it, lol.. So you don't think I'm a stupid Greek lol and spent so long in University trying to finish off the credits)

I hear you by the time I got out of high school I was 180 lbs at 6 ft.. Grew one more Inch after that only lol.... But I sure as hell didn't hold back on the weight lololol at one time I has reached 315 lbs... But I did come back down to 220 but these last few yrs I put another 20 on.... Sure doesn't help when working on a car lol

But I really miss the 80s everyone had money, even the homeless...
 
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