Dr.Jass
Pastor of Muppets
Tonight hang with my Mopar pals online, but the rest of the week my dance card is full.
Tomorrow night, I'm helping a high-school friend with whom I've recently reacquainted put a four-barrel intake and Q-Jet on his '79 Regal 3.8 (no, I don't know why, but he's bringing the beer
). This is a car with a lot of potential--perfect body in black paint, gorgeous red gut, GS Rallye wheels. He wants to go V8 eventually but family duties mean mild hot-rodding of the sicks for now. I doubt the secondaries will ever open, but if they can do so effectively I can get it in prime tune.
Thursday night, I'm going over to help one of my customers plan out the 454 swap into his lightened and completely-silly 1st-gen Chevy II. He's shaved a couple of hundred pounds out of the rolling chassis and hand-fabbed his own coil-over front end, all very well done. He's quite talented, particularly when one considers his tender age of 26 (he owns his own body shop and does quite well for himself). His original plan was small-block, but this recently-built hot-rodded 454 fell into his lap so plans have changed. This will surely be an interesting evening.
Friday night: beer and power tools regarding one 1967 Barracuda... the parts car. Mark went to move it over the weekend with his skid-steer, and the simple act of lifting the car bent the complete ass end of the little fish up several inches, while setting it back down launched the RH rear spring eye through the trunk resulting in massive carnage. The bend did not come out when he set it down. We're thinking we'll have to get that back window out before we attempt moving it again. Depending on how far we get, she may be crusher-bound fairly soon. We may break out the Sawzalls.
I think I may just relax on Saturday.
Tomorrow night, I'm helping a high-school friend with whom I've recently reacquainted put a four-barrel intake and Q-Jet on his '79 Regal 3.8 (no, I don't know why, but he's bringing the beer
). This is a car with a lot of potential--perfect body in black paint, gorgeous red gut, GS Rallye wheels. He wants to go V8 eventually but family duties mean mild hot-rodding of the sicks for now. I doubt the secondaries will ever open, but if they can do so effectively I can get it in prime tune.Thursday night, I'm going over to help one of my customers plan out the 454 swap into his lightened and completely-silly 1st-gen Chevy II. He's shaved a couple of hundred pounds out of the rolling chassis and hand-fabbed his own coil-over front end, all very well done. He's quite talented, particularly when one considers his tender age of 26 (he owns his own body shop and does quite well for himself). His original plan was small-block, but this recently-built hot-rodded 454 fell into his lap so plans have changed. This will surely be an interesting evening.
Friday night: beer and power tools regarding one 1967 Barracuda... the parts car. Mark went to move it over the weekend with his skid-steer, and the simple act of lifting the car bent the complete ass end of the little fish up several inches, while setting it back down launched the RH rear spring eye through the trunk resulting in massive carnage. The bend did not come out when he set it down. We're thinking we'll have to get that back window out before we attempt moving it again. Depending on how far we get, she may be crusher-bound fairly soon. We may break out the Sawzalls.
I think I may just relax on Saturday.
69 Friebird hoods getting late night, many beered carb clearancing
anda aluminum intake anna holley 600 anna headers:bravo: then I saw the light 
