I had a 258 cu in with 3 on the floor.
I cut down the long shifter and because of the insane gear ratio, I could get off the line and hit 40mph before I had to shift to second gear.
Back when we could still cruise the Dual, the guys in muscle cars hated me.
I suffered a lot of jokes for that car but honestly, I loved it.
I stuffed it full of audio equipment [cassette tape players, back then] and all the speakers I could find a space for.
There was nowhere that car couldn’t go and I spent summers driving around the mud at the river bottom.
In 1981, my then-boyfriend fell asleep driving it home and wrecked the front end.
So I went to the junkyard and got a Hornet front end, which bolted right on, no modification.
It had 233K on it when the odometer stopped working and I drove it for a year after that, until the guy I married made me use it as a trade-in on a VW Rabbit.
The dealer hauled it to a junkyard in WV and a week later, my mom called me to tell me she saw a young guy driving it, tearing down I81 in WV.
For all I know, it’s still out there, somewhere...at least I hope it is.
It was a great car full of even greater memories.
:)
Awesome story.
Because of the Indiana Pacers NBA team, you will occasionally see a Pacer here painted in the team colors yellow and blue.