...And He was MOON EQUIPT.
The painstakingly polished
Thrush side pipes barked their authority as the engine roared to life.
With the hand choke pulled halfway out, the Holley double pumper rocked side
to side in cadence with the erratic heartbeat that was conducted by the Mallory dual
The Edelbrock ''Torker'' single plane intake manifold featured a canted
carburetor mounting angle and tuned runners that offered little resistance to airflow
at mid to high rpm range.
Unburned Hi-test hydrocarbons filled the air as the sloppy rich mixture stumbled
from poor atomization and lack of adequate vacuum and compression. This engine was
definitely not designed to develop its peak torque at the low end. The mechanical
bumpstick's rockers rattled, clattered and clicked as if to shiver, from the cold
engine's excessive tolerances.
Begging for rpms, the temperamental powerplant felt as a caged tiger awakened
and clawing his confinement, yearning for the opportunity to run wild with strength
and power. It was obvious this engine was built to perform.
The stiff clutch pedal assured the driver of it's capability to handle the twisting
force imposed upon it at any given moment.
Under ride traction bars braced the rear axle to help prevent that violent wheel
hopping when the low geared no-slip differential fed power to the excessively wide
Truly there was no mistaking this vehicles attitude or intent.
Creeping out of the driveway, the wild stallion bucked and snarled as hydrocarbons
were purged from within by the barefoot accelerator pedal.
Deep and monotonous thundering bass filled the cockpit while the whole vehicle
vibrated and rocked.
With his adrenalin production off the scale, the driver suddenly unleashes the
cam's potential! The rear tires begin to scream in agony from the pavements shredding
and burning of their skin in their futile attempt to gain traction.
G forces imposed on the driver were considerable, he felt pinned to his seat.
The pungent stench of burning rubber encroached the interior as the vehicle accelerated
at an amazing pace.
Thirty-five miles an hour was exceeded quickly, the officer cruising just down
the next cross street noted, when the hot rod went carelessly and wrecklessly screaming
''Oh crap, not again'', the driver thought to himself, as he pulled slowly to