Ok I know most of the cats that post here (car lovers and racers) are a bit younger than me so the ways of the street were different for me. I used to ride shotgun in a 55 chevy retired to the streets gasser. I was maybe 15. That would make it 1965. My job was to prime the Enderly (Sp) injector stacks if ole girl didn’t lite right up if we sat for over an hour. Needed some pump work but money. Always about money. And if not I would not have a job
Jim five owned the car and it had been his dads. His dad was our mentor on most everything small block of that era ( mid 60’s) when guys invented stuff on thier own with a more limited after market.
The 55 had a destroked 327 in it. 301 we have is basically a poo mans DZ 302. Most everything was factory parts but the pistons and cam shaft. Hell the valve springs and rockers were over the counter 365 horse vette parts and that thing was scary fast for the times and the straight axle up in the nose attitude only added to the scare factor.
Jimmy five could row the gears.
Any way I just got caught up in a memory.
I remember very few street races that did not get loud. If there were more than 2 cars (and even then) it could get silly unless everyone was solid friends. Fist fights and yelling were the norm. Especially off the south side. Those cats were serious about keeping their money. We came down from the west side and it was straight up American Graffiti.
The south side guys would come over here and cruise the Pole.
TC ask your dad about the pole and Frisches and the White Castle in Speedway. Fast cars everywhere. Get 6 to 10 out on the back roads to mix it up and the crowd would figure it out when that many bad asses rolled off and they would follow. Side bets and fist fights were the norm.
There was always a JJ in the crowd. He would ride shot gun with a fast guy and dig up races.
Damnit those were good times. And I swear we mixed it up with a very fast Mustang that from our discussions was your Dads car.
Memories.
It’s 1:48 AM and I am awake.
Jim five owned the car and it had been his dads. His dad was our mentor on most everything small block of that era ( mid 60’s) when guys invented stuff on thier own with a more limited after market.
The 55 had a destroked 327 in it. 301 we have is basically a poo mans DZ 302. Most everything was factory parts but the pistons and cam shaft. Hell the valve springs and rockers were over the counter 365 horse vette parts and that thing was scary fast for the times and the straight axle up in the nose attitude only added to the scare factor.
Jimmy five could row the gears.
Any way I just got caught up in a memory.
I remember very few street races that did not get loud. If there were more than 2 cars (and even then) it could get silly unless everyone was solid friends. Fist fights and yelling were the norm. Especially off the south side. Those cats were serious about keeping their money. We came down from the west side and it was straight up American Graffiti.
The south side guys would come over here and cruise the Pole.
TC ask your dad about the pole and Frisches and the White Castle in Speedway. Fast cars everywhere. Get 6 to 10 out on the back roads to mix it up and the crowd would figure it out when that many bad asses rolled off and they would follow. Side bets and fist fights were the norm.
There was always a JJ in the crowd. He would ride shot gun with a fast guy and dig up races.
Damnit those were good times. And I swear we mixed it up with a very fast Mustang that from our discussions was your Dads car.
Memories.
It’s 1:48 AM and I am awake.
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