Excellent. Thanks for answering my "what color stripes make my Honda Vtec yo?" questions.. I've got the late '67 318 that came out of my early '68 Satellite.. I tore it down to check it after 112,xxx miles and a swift crash into a ditch to check its condition.. no ring ridge, bores had factory honing marks, bearings were excellent, cam wasn't worn. I bought it with a eddy 2176 on it and a 1406 carb on it.. 18 year old me thought it was the best a stock small block got. Fast forward years later, the renaissance of the internet, and thirty or more cars that I hadn't tried to make faster. I still thought that was the bees knees in terms of bolt on BS. Remember, I still banged around in barely running Mopars while I worked on vintage sports cars that would be shamed by a Honda Accord in a straight line. At any rate, that motor is special to me as it was my first. I've got the original manifold and BBD, and it all sits in my basement waiting for a proper resurrection. I'd like to spruce it up a little and install it in something I can't lose a bowling ball through the floor boards of. I also have other LAs I want to make better. Now that people tell me I'm an adult, I've found that while I'm no longer a professional, my hobby is paying for itself and making a profit. Suddenly I can overserve myself some whiskey, make slightly irresponsible bids on eBay and still pay the mortgage.. (No kids yet)
To my mind, fate of the dinosaur based fuels aside, I should grab up as many vintage cars and parts as possible. Shit. Who hasn't griped about Barret-Jackson or Mecum driving up the cost of our hobby, and for (hopefully) most of us, our daily drivers? When I was 18, parts that fit my Satellite and also a Roadrunner were too expensive. Now that I'm gainfully employed, those parts are even more out of my reach. Thankfully vintage small blocks and their speed parts are still slightly under the radar. Invest while you can. Mopars are going up because they weren't as loved originally, like a split window '63 vette. Jass, hold on to the signet.
Brown liquor = run on sentences and short stories with only a shred of context. Beware!