Posted on 12/13/2020 7:03:31 PM PST by ETL
AutotopiaLA
"This is a cool old school simple badass muscle car. The owner had a numbers matching Plymouth 426 Hemi Belvedere GTX and wanted more power. So rather than swapping the motor he had the guys at Vintage Motorworks build it into a loud obnoxious badass street cruiser. This is Mopar in all its glory.
Sit back and enjoy the ride..."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9cboYj5-cso
Lol! Thanks.
That’s me! But now, you’ve blown my cover.
I might have to FART in your general direction.
That’s not a ‘67.
You're right. You'd think I'd know better given that I posted so many actual 67s on this thread. I just too quickly grabbed the (mistaken) caption that went with the pic I found.
It's actually a '63 or '64.
Had a 63 Dart with a slant 6. Only car I ever went over 100 mph in. Not a shimmy. I got my money’s worth out of that car.
“I have fond remembrance of dual 4 barrel Hollys. God they sucked down the gas but it was worth it, gas was cheap then.”
The sound of sucking air (no air cleaner) when the throttle was floored was louder than my supercharger now!
LOL! 750 hp, AC, sound system, Brembo brakes, IRS, SCS, selectable driving modes, heated/cooled seats, much more ...
Stop...that is a terrible car.
Terribly awesome!
I went in to get a Bullitt but my wife saw this! Can’t argue with the wife.
Holy CRAP! That’s a helluva car!
Thanks!
“Had a 63 Dart with a slant 6. Only car I ever went over 100 mph in. Not a shimmy. I got my money’s worth out of that car.”
You were braver than I in the family Valiant!
“The sound of sucking air (no air cleaner) when the throttle was floored was louder than my supercharger now!”
Oh hell yes! Kids today have no idea what you just said. I am glad I knew the sixties.
““Had a 63 Dart with a slant 6. Only car I ever went over 100 mph in. Not a shimmy. I got my money’s worth out of that car.”
I rode in one once in the sixties. My doctor gave me three rounds of penicillin to cure the disease it gave me. No man nor woman was involved. It was just a bad bad bad car. :) :) :), liberals would approve it today.
“Oh hell yes! Kids today have no idea what you just said. I am glad I knew the sixties.”
Me too. But it was a miracle I survived.
A high school buddy owned one of those Lancers. He got it from his aunt (whom I always thought a more appropriate sort of owner) when he turned sixteen.
After high school I got an itch to visit a former girlfriend that had moved to the wilds of Idaho. Since my MG didn’t have enough oomph to pull the pass so we opted to take his car.
The Lancer had a slant-six that had dutifully done its job for probably a bazillion miles. Slim had earnest hopes that it had at least 500 more left in it. The dipstick should have been my warning. Someone had broken off the dipstick guide tube and had “fixed” it by plugging the hole with a cork.
The engine visibly used oil so Slim put a quart of 30 weight into it every time he filled the gas tank. Seemed like a good plan.
The trip over was uneventful, and the car, creaky and more than a little arthritic racked up the miles without complaint. We pulled the pass in good order and then rattled our way down I-90 for the next 300 miles or so. The trusty crusty Lancer faltered while driving across The Craters Of The Moon park - an exceedingly desolate landscape. We managed to limp the car into town and I bought spark plugs and wires the next day. That appeared to buy us a few more miles.
We discovered that my girlfriend had stolen $200 from her mom and skipped town with a sailor a few weeks earlier. Since we had only planned this far into the trip we needed to figure our next move. Slim got it in his head to turn north up into the panhandle and cross back into Washington from Coeur d’Alene.
We set out with a list of towns to avoid - being hippies and all. The new spark plugs seemed to have done the trick and we were cruising. Naturally it was snowing (lightly) as we started our way up the pass and of course it got heavier the higher we got. We crested the pass at an indicated 12mph - even the semis were passing us.
The engine had really strained its way up the hill and didn’t sound (or smell) very happy. We took it easy and stopped in Spokane to get gas. She gave a little death-rattle when we pulled into the lot and had to push her the last 20 feet to the pump. We (foolishly) filled the tank but couldn’t get it to start. She was done.
I worked on it for about 90 minutes and then gave Slim the bad news. It was already 9:00PM and I knew we weren’t going anywhere that night so we pooled the last of our money and got a cheap motel room for the night.
We called Slim’s dad and he drove over from Seattle the next morning to drive us home. I called a wrecking yard and had them pick up the car. I think they gave Slim $25 for it.
All in all it was a trip to remember.
I had a 67 Valiant w slant 6, a good runner. fast too. Slant 6 was a good engine. They were good cars.
“I had a 67 Valiant w slant 6, a good runner. fast too. Slant 6 was a good engine. They were good cars.”
Our first car with AC.
My sister proved that no coolant was required in the radiator.
Run a car hot today and its over. I ran my uncles 66 Impala car hot more than once, you had to wait a half hour to pop the radiator cap. Put more water in or change thermostat.
Back on the road again.
My girlfriend got it stuck in coal dirt and I had to walk back and get a pickup to pull it out. I got yelled at for it. She backed up into the back of the pickup. When he found out that she was driving everything was fine and dandy...a hole. Loved him dearly. Gone now.
Were coming up on 45 yrs. together, my wife and I.
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