The Original Old Farts Club

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How many of ya'll enjoyed the pleasure of keeping multiple carbs balanced with a vacuum gauge?
I had a '57 chevy with 327 and and old dual quad setup from a '57 vette. Carter WCFB carbs. A single Holly 750 dbl pumper would flow WAY more, but the dual quad looked sweet.

Other setup was 67 Camaro 327 bored ,040 over (331 cu inch, fantastic rod/stroke angle) with Edelbrock tunnel ram with dual Holley 660 dbl pumpers. Also played with an old Rochester vette fuel injector, but could never get it to run past 6000 rpm for some reason and gave up on it, tons more horsepower with the tunnel ram. The injector could produce a lot of torque, twisted a drive shaft in half playing around with it, but no match for top rpm HP produced by more "modern" means.

Bubba
 
Funny how so many old pot growers were bikers and motor heads when they wore a younger man's clothes.

I would spend my week nights street racing and my weekends at Wichita International Raceway.

I tried a tri power set up but it put me in a F Stock Formula One class and I couldn't compete. Class record was 10.31 sec and I was only running in the mid 12's. So I went back to a Holley 780 double pumper which put me in a F Option class running on dial in times.
 
fuel injection was God's gift to motor heads!
I had the UK variety with the 6 Lucas fuel injectors. I used to have to retune it on a weekly basis. I still have a special spark plug with a window that allows you to see the colour of the flame in the cylinder. Used for tuning.
 
Funny how so many old pot growers were bikers and motor heads when they wore a younger man's clothes.

I would spend my week nights street racing and my weekends at Wichita International Raceway.

I tried a tri power set up but it put me in a F Stock Formula One class and I couldn't compete. Class record was 10.31 sec and I was only running in the mid 12's. So I went back to a Holley 780 double pumper which put me in a F Option class running on dial in times.
The '67 Camaro could run mid 11's all day, at about 122 MPH through traps. Straight up Bracket racing. Class racing, too expensive, and someone always had more money....Mostly street racing. Old industrial park and the old Airport road were two likely places. This car was stripped, gas pedal, brake clutch, Mr Gasket vertical gate shifter and Schaffer Super Rev-Loc Clutch (what a left leg workout) and 4:11 gears. Really needed more like 5.13:1, but I did drive this on the street....no power below 3000 rpm, back firing through the intake, (at night it made nice 5 ft flashes out of the stacks, couldnt see it in the day. Could no longer do a "daily driver" with this beast.

Always wanted big block power, but funds didnt allow. Only exception were a few Chrysler 440 builds, others just too much cost for me at the time. Areagarage owner had a '69 Roadrunner, 426 hemi, full race, rat Roaster dual 4 barrel cross ram manifold, acid dipped panels, holes drilled through everything possible. Huge rear slicks. Very short gearing for 1/8th mile racing. This car was brutal. Motor from the factory was said to be 425 horsepower, and never a larger lie was told. (well, maybe the L88 427 from chevy) My motors were making more than that and I couldnt catch them. A year or two ago, I watched a car show where they built from parts (the bill must have been huge!) to original spec the 426 hemi, l88 427 chevy, 421 Pontiac super duty, and a 427 ford motor. The dyno testing was an eye opener. The 426 Hemi produced over 800 HP at the flywheel! Tricky devils, more than one way to qualify an engine for nascar and still have the Insurance industry playing ball.

These cars were stripped to the bone, bench seating, usually no A/C, but a magnificent engine. So many had to be sold in passenger cars in order to be used, so this is how it was done. I'm sure they lost a bundle, but this had to be done if the motor was to be used.



Bubba
 
Leave us not forget dual point ignition.
Used to run a little trick with the dual point distributors. Two different settings, one using more advance that the other. Switch controlled which set was in use. Position 1, running more advance for more "out of the hole" charge, then switch to a little more retarded timing in position 2 for strong top end charge.

Also ran a switch to the brake lights....could flip them on just before finish line....hopefully other driver reacts by lifting when they see the lights glow...

Bubba
 
To expensive....yup. Not only were race car parts expensive but I kept breaking. Pontiac's have a tendency to bend intake valves. My car wan no exception. I got tired of pulling the heads and replacing valves. I had a 433 gear and she came across the line and 6300 rpm which was red line. I actually had to buy 33" tall slicks as the 31's I was running were to short for that gear. Also, cheap 10 bolt spicer gear wouldn't take the torque. Had to replace it with an Oldsmobile 12 bolt. It got to be one thing after another.
Racing also gave me the gift that keeps on giving.....I never wore ear plugs....today I can't hear with out hearing aids.

I sure had fun while it lasted. But all good things come to an end.

My chores for the day are done and now it is off to the grow store for supplies.
 
Lemme know if those idiots over at the Grow Warehouse still require masks in the store....

they lost a $1000 on me last time I was there , I turned around and walked out when they told me to mask up...w t f!? ....I am buying dirt and nutrients ya dummies!
 
Awright -- back to Nature. So I started walking to the canal to get a tad of exercise... there were five iguanas on my neighbor's lawn. Interesting, but since he doesn't mind them, they ignored me.

Turned to walk along the canal... and immediately discovered that iguanas are not completely without predators working on them. I am pretty sure it was my Absolute Unit Raccoon that dug up ten fargin feet of iguana nest. Eggshells everywhere.

There was even one egg still unbroken. Apparently "AUR"` had gluttoned about fifty eggs. The unbroken one looked just like a chicken egg. I nicked the shell and tossed it in the canal. Our toy piranhas in the canal tore it all apart.

Ah. One mo' kewl creatchy-poo thing: When I got back, Fancy Pants followed me down the street from the canal and into the garage. I had the fan on in there and as I watched, he carefully sat down under it in that regal position they assume. I'm beginnin' to feel like The Animobile Whisperer... wildies are not supposed to be that comfortable with human beans.

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Oh, and a kewl basilisk ran down my driveway. They are fun to watch; their legs go like wheels. They can run on water. <-- TINS

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