Posted on 06/28/2017 3:37:15 PM PDT by NFHale
1967 Buick Wildcat, great car, eight college kids fit into it no sweat. Positraction worked great, unless it was coming off the beach at Daytona. Buried it up to the fender skirts there once crossing the dry sand/dune line. Some jerk in a Jeep stopped on purpose to get us stuck. He succeeded. Talk about a cruiser though, a very cushy living room on wheels. Other than that sand seemingly nothing could stop it.
“...Holley 4 barrel...”
Haha!! Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about - that was an inexpensive, great way to boost horsepower, help the puppy breathe better, and get a little more roar out of the ass end.
Holly was huge back in the day. My 71 Mach had a Holley 750 double pumper on it. Slurped down that Sunoco Ultra 94... (can you even find that anymore???).
OMG THAT’S IT...
Cept mine was that mustard yellowish color with black rally stripes and blac interior... and a nice, fat dent in the rear driver quarter panel (compliments of a Philadelphia trash truck...)
God, what a freaking GORGEOUS mountain of steel... “SS”... we used to say it meant “Street Screamer”.
Tell me, what the Hell looks even REMOTELY as good as that today?
Sunoco 94 is long gone, I’m afraid.
Leaded gasoline, a Holley 4 barrel, a tank full of that stuff, and....what was her name?
Oh man am I old.
L
“...1967 Buick Wildcat,...”
Friend of mine had his Dad’s ‘66 Wildcat. Beautiful machine.
Many a trip to the Jersey shore was made in it... with a stop at Roger Wilco for cheap booze along the way haha!!!
Damn... too many memories...
But that was when America was still America and women were still women. Who the hell can tell one POS car from another any more? In those days one glance and you knew exactly.
They’re ALL worth a lot of $$$$ right now, brother.
Hindsight... sigh...
I still have a 92 Bonneville SE in the driveway, will get around to getting it road worthy again. But it’s clearly NOT the same as one of those “Mature Old Ladies of the Highway” that we fell in love with.
No lie.
Haha!! You ain’t old, Lurker... you’re BOLD.
Like me!!! :^)
A little more snow on the rooftop, maybe... but Whup Ass is still there “On Demand”, hahah!!!
I had an old Monte Carlo like that. The fan shroud had to be two feet deep, so when I had to replace the belts or water pump, I'd just remove the shroud and climb over the fender. There was plenty of room to stand in front of the engine to work.
NOTHING LOOKS AS GOOD AS A CHEVELLE!!!
Sorry, I didn't mean to yell.
We had a few stations to choose from, and they played some serious hard rock.
Again... not like the pablum out there now. Guitarists who KNEW more than four chords and could rip face on the fretboard.
I think in the early 70’s we had one rock station on FM and I don’t remember any more. I had a Craig 8 track player in my car though!
The good ole days!
Same page, brother...
See my post at 45.
“Aside from the instantly recognizable retro Camaro or retro Mustang, you’ll see a homogenous mass of Toyohundaihondsubabarunissankia BLOBS with ZERO personality, ZERO identities, ant-like ... SAMENESS.
It’s pathetic and ridiculous.”
But... It’s STILL America.
As long as you, me, and every other Patriot posting here remembers it, it isn’t gone.
Like our parents before us... WE’RE America. And ain’t NOBODY taking that away from us without a sh*tload of pain coming back at them.
LFOD, brother... LFOD.
And you could darned near tear the engine apart with not much more than a set of box end wrenches, and those were in English!
L
In my Chevelle SS, I jammed the 8-track player into the center console... I used to call “the Condom Console”, haha!, because I found an old box of Trojans in it when I bought it...
Stop light to stop light drag racing it was unbeatable. All that weight and power on that front wheel drive system would just launch you. Saw more than a few ‘Cudas, Stangs, & Camaros pull shyly up to the next light after having a can of whoop ass opened up on them.
A white ‘63 Chrysler Newport. It had the push-button transmission. That car was bomb proof.
A street racer after my own heart, haha!!!
My 67 390 Mustang was a Bondo and Primer nightmare, but if you lifted the hood, she was the Prom Queen. Chrome and Ford Blue...
Brought her back from the dead, and she loved me long time :^)
Miss that old girl. Scary fast. All engine, and the ass end jumped around like a jalapeno enema... I had to put sand bags in the wheel wells to get traction.
That 390 put about 325 horses to the rear wheels, and the 4-speed manual transmission was a good match for it.
Car weighed next to nothing; it was all motor.
My rooftop is bare, my friend.
No matter, thenfire still burns.
L
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