So I sold the Nova and went looking for a new ride. I found a 64 Chevelle. It was a little rough but it had some good parts. It had a Vette 327, a Muncie and 1 good tire. 2 weeks after I bought it some old woman rear ended me. She really nailed me too. She buckled the trunk so bad that it stuck up about 10" from the top of the rear quarter and the bumper was just as bad. I settled with the insurance company for cash and tied the trunk down with a rope. Perfect! I knew the car was missing something
.I bought a new Holley with the money
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After I got home with the car I did a full tune up. Plugs, wires, cap, points filters and oil. Set the lifters and points and changed some leaking header gaskets. It had duel points so I guess it was a Vette motor. I took it out on the highway to clean it out. I made a full pass and everything seemed to be ok. I ran most of my buddies and I only beat one.
The car had no posi and no bottom end power. It needed a gear real bad. So me and 2 friends went down to the lakeshore were all the wreckers were. The first 2 had nothing but one of them made a call and sent me down the street. So I walk into the office and ask the guy if the donor car is off the ground. He chuckles and says. Ya. It's off the ground all right. He takes me to the back were the cars are all stacked on each other. He says there it is. He points to a 65 Chevelle that is about 40' off the ground. Let me know when you get it out and walks away. Great. He turns around and comes back and says. Be careful! I finally realized he was kidding and we all laughed. How are we going to get that one down. The owner says don't worry. Give me $120 and we will pull it out.
12 bolt. Only 64-65 Chevelle's with a 327/300HP would get one from the factory. So I give him the money and he says wait here. So 5 minutes later this kid shows up driving a stripped down tow truck. He says give me 5 minutes and when I yell here it comes you catch it
.lol. He throws the torches over his shoulder and starts climbing these cars. He gets up there no problem. He starts cutting the control arms. The rear still had tires on it. I said to the owner. I hope he doesn't bend an axle when it falls. He says, Don't worry. So now the rear end is hanging by one parking break cable. So this kid is as strong as a bull. He lifts up one end of rear to level it out and cuts the other end brake cable. The rear falls and lands square to the ground and it must have bounced about 10'. So the owner says if there is anything wrong bring it back. As we are loading it up I see the posi tag. Right on.
So I take the rear right to Rick Eaton at Gorries. I gave him a 4:88 gear set and picked the rear up 3 days later. He had to use a spacer plate which made me nervous. He reassured me and said take it out and let her rip. How did he know how I break my rear ends in?
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Only 2 buddies knew I put a gear in the car. So as a regular part of our day we were all going some where so we were bound to run each. First up was Steve who had a 396 in a 55 Chevy. It ran OK but was never built to be king of the block. Today he was driving his 383 70 Challenger. Steve's car and mine made for a great race. Both were 4 spds, both were loud and both were driven by a Lunatic. lol. So Steve yells out are you ready? I said. You go first, I have to check the air in my tires! lol. One two three go. I let Steve get the jump on me just to be sure I was quicker. I hit it. Bang! Bang! Bang! it was over by third gear. I look over at my passenger Davey. He can hardly talk. What the frig did you do to this thing? I said I put a gear in it
. Geez. I thought you had swapped the motor. I have never seen a car pickup that much with just a gear. Ya. I was shifting at 4000 too
.lol. Over the next couple of weeks I ran almost every one I knew. I got most of them except one. The 55.
Wayne was the mechanic in the group. Just for any Toronto guys out there, he worked in the Gulf station at Warden and 401. If we weren't at Harveys we were at the Gulf station. If the phone rang at 2:00 AM in the station there was a street race some where. I remember these 3 hippies' in a Green 63 Bel Air 4 door with 3 on the tree with a 327/300 SBC. STOCK!!! It was one of those fluke cars that was a lot faster then it should have been. All 3 of them would jump in this 63, pool there money for gas and go hunting for a Road Runner. They won more then they lost.
Wayne drove a real Balls To
the Wall hot rod. It was a flat black 55 Chevy 327 4Spd with 4:56 gears with a one piece fiberglass front end and trunk lid. Nothing on the floor but paint and no back seat. If you have ever been in a 55 Chevy with a screaming SBC and fender well headers you will understand that there is no sweeter sound then a SBC at 7000RPM in a 55. I don't know what it is that makes it sound so incredible. Maybe the large area behind the steel dash, the bare floor or those fender well headers with the Corvair mufflers. And Wayne could shift like the wind. I don't remember why but that car had a Muncie shifter. They were one of the worst shifters ever. Hard enough to shift normally let alone power shift.
Knowing Wayne he probably did some trick work to get it to shift like that. The car ran low 12s and was tough to beat on the street. It had quite the rep. Strangers would drop by the station late at night. The 401 was just 1/2 mile away so there was always a place to run. Back then the 401 actually thinned out late at night. Now I know this will sound like BS but a friend of ours, Eric,had a 64 Vette. I had a pic of that car towing the 55 on a trailer to the track. I kid you not. If I had not seen it with my own eyes I never would have believed it!
OK. Back to the Chevelle. So the car is making good power now. Lets see how it hooks. I had these antique recapped slicks. They looked like the old slicks you see back in the 50s on rails. Some guys call them Cookie Cutter slicks because of the design of the sidewall. Just like the tires on Herman Musters rail! They were hilarious. They were 29" tall and 9" wide. They had a sidewall that started about half way up on a truck tire side wall and went straight up to the edge of the tire. They were on stock steel wheels and weighed a ton. There was so much rubber on the sidewalls that when they went flat the sidewall still supported the car and would not let the wheel to get closer to the pavement then say 4". The first ever run flats!!! lol. They did not wrinkle. They must have been over 15 years old. They worked OK if you did a 20 minute burn out. lol. They worked OK but they really killed the gear. M&H had just come out with a new tire. It was 25" X 10". PERFECT. I'll have lots of gear with these. I had put 90/10 shocks in the front and 50/50s in the back. That was it. Other then new HD universals the car had stock suspension. So I put the new slicks on stock GM 15x7 black station wagon steel wheels.
So I go and pick my cousin up and off to Sheppard & Meadowvale. There was no Zoo back in the early 70s so it wasn't very busy. I let the tires down to 14#s and pulled out onto the rubber marks from other guys racing. Have you ever tried to do a burnout with a 4SPD, no line loc, no water and new sticky tires? You have to be a contortionist. You can't slowly build up the RPMs the way you do with an automatic. So I bring the Rs up to 3000 with my right foot on the gas and the brake at the same time. My left foot is pushing the clutch all the way down. I side step the clutch and give it more gas and bang! The car stalls. Shit. I tried this way about 4 times and always stalled. So now I'm pissed. I nail the gas and drop the clutch at 6000RPM.OK. That works. The tires are smoking and I ease the car out slowly releasing the gas. The car slides out and almost stalls but I keep it going. I bring the Rs up to 5500 and drop the clutch. Wham! The car digs in and hooks. Geez. It felt like the rear broke. I back the car up to see if there are any parts on the ground. Nope .OK Here we go. Back into first. I move my butt around in the seat to get comfortable. I lean forward and get a good grip on the shifter. I bring the revs up to 4500 and as I side step the clutch I nail the gas. Now. If you have never dropped the clutch with slicks that hook you may not understand this. The car charges out of the hole for about a car length and slightly bogs but it is still pulling. I take a quick look at the tack and it's sweeping past 7000 and the car is farting & popping as the valves are floating. SHIFT!!! I pull second gear. Bang! Nailed it. The tach shows 6500 and climbing fast. Bang! I get it just before it floats the valves again. Now the revs are slowing down and I pull third & fourth and let off. I pull over to the shoulder hugging the steering wheel and looking straight ahead like I am in some kind of trance. I look over at Dave. He's gone! All I see are 2 legs sticking straight up. He's laying on the back floor with the seat underneath him. Dave! Are you OK. Holly frig! That was incredible! Throw me a rope! lol
So now people are starting talk about that POS Chevelle with the bent trunk lid. lol. Guys are coming out of nowhere and after they check the car out they want to race. They just can't believe that a car looks this bad and is quick. I even ran a couple of guys more then once. They say I had a couple of beers the other night and I wasn't ready. One of my friends yells out. Ya. You weren't ready to loose. Right. lol.
I didn't win every time. I lost a couple of times. But I won a lot more then I lost. And no one ever beat me off the line.
Sorry. This is one car I don't have a pic of.
