Well that, and my dad's(57 Super Chief) and older brother's(67-68 FB's/camaro's) street/strip racing before i got mine
Need to get pic's of them.
Either older brother or sister has them from folk's estate.
Speaking of stories...
One of them is of my brothers 67 RAV FB.
Everyone thought it was a Ford tunnel port.
Dad got the engine from somewhere.
Had a geared Holley. Front and rear barrels opened up simultaneously.
4 spd-12 bolt w/4.11's. Went thru alot of m/t's, but they were $50 still warm back then.
Never beat in 2 years of street $ racing.
Nearly killed himself on the highway coming home after work(bar) one night.
Ya, drove to 4-11's(U.S. Steel Gary Works) after a $ race so he would'nt be late.
Fell asleep and hit a guard rail head on.
His head nearly went all the way thru the windshield(20 some stitches), and his arms bent the steering wheel forward with the horn button hitting him square in the chest breaking his rib cage.
He woke up hearing voices saying "he's dead".
Blood had run down over his eyes glueing them shut, so he thought he may of been.
The engine/trans pushed so far back, the shift lever was between the the seats.
After he recovered, bought a 67 camaro w/a 427.
One spring day he came home with a ls6 sticking out of the camaro's trunk from of a 70 chevelle a guy had stolen cause he needed money to pay off gambling depts.
We had it in and runnig later that night.
The next week he went to Florida.
On the way back he got into a highway race against a Charger.
A trooper sitting on the side gave chase.
The Charger slammed on the brakes, then went sideways, cross the grass medium, and off a exit ramp.
My brother, not knowing where he was at, kept go'n.
They had a road block waiting a few miles down the road.
Charged him with doing 145 in 75 limit(think that what it was back in the early 70's)
And evading.
Man was dad hot sending bail $.
While license was suspended, he took some guys out after work(bar) for a ride.
Go'n wot from a stop, when the clutch dropped 3rd, an engine mount broke, allowing the engine up high enough to stick the throttle.
By that time he was go'n into a curve, lost control, thru a phone pole which went into a house wall hitting a fridge.
Think dad was mad on that one?
More later.