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The last of the six cylinders only cars with a choice now of stick shift or Powerglide two speed automatic. My jump to a V-8 was made possible by mud and snow in the Thumb of Michigan that burned up a 1956 farm to market truck. The driver replaced it with one from a Pontiac which also had jumped to a V-8 version from straight eights in 1955. A friend in high school knew an older classmate who was old enough to drive, and I was with him on a stormy day in the Shell gas station 1951 Chevrolet pickup with a broken wooden floor in the box. We turned from the paved road to one that crossed a bridge and found the drifts too deep to get to the next road to get to the farm where the driver lived. Fortunately, the bridge on the way was wind swept and icy and we got out of the pickup and pushed it around 180 degrees on the bridge deck. Then we drove back the way we came and back to the shell station? Where was the Chevy V-8 that had been taken out of the truck?? A week later with more information we found it at the four corners we had passed sitting beside a side building of the bean elevator. But how to load it into the pickup if it seemed chosen. The derelict had no distributor cap and no carburetor but except for no starter and generator which were car accessories it seemed whole. But even being the new lightweight Chevy, it was I found out later about 550 pounds. Beside the building was a 6x6 timber about 7 feet long. We laid it against the pickup with tailgate down as an improvised ramp and rolled the engine up just neat as you please except for denting the oil pan and other sheet metal of the rocker arm covers we were on our way being careful it was braced against one side of the box interior and not on a broken hole in the wood floor. I did not have to soup up the flathead in my 1948 coupe and contradict my father's new command of "No hot rods" where I had been reading the book, "How to hop up Ford and Mercury Flathead v-8's" My mother's 1940 Chevy she had met my father in during WW-II was going to have a descendent that wasn't her favorite maroon colored 1949 Plymouth sedan my parents had traded for. J.C.Whitney, had a motor mount of steel plate flame cut. They also had bell housing adaptor of cast aluminum. Now maybe a Schieffer clutch and take back the one from Saginaw for the flathead. The mind from the milk truck was 11" not 10-1/2 of most Chevies. A crew had come to town that included someone who had wrecked his 1955 Chevy. He had a generator, starter and carburetor as well as a distributor cap. some wires? A battery? The Pohle Exploration jeeps didn't have the right one but the crew supervisor with his year-old up style Chevy pickup needed a new Atlas and the old one seemed to still hold a charge.

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Yesterday one of the Toyotas won the NASCAR Darlington 400 as I watched it on TV. How different from reading about such an event in a magazine of the next month. My grandson insists he wants to drive a 1998 NASCAR racer of which he has several metal models from a site I am not familiar with as they have all the correct decals and even interiors, suspensions and under hoods. He is going to learn to drive this summer so no more models, full size is in order. He has in his mind clairvoyance of things made before he was born.

I love 50's cars. I think a V6 would be enough for me. I don't drive but I know myself enough to see a glove box full of tickets.

My daughter -in-law and my sister both had V-6 SUV's and both got a head gasket failure on one side of the block so my experience in turbos with a Kawasaki 1000 Z-1R-TC built by Dan Gurney with a Rayjay 40 and an adjustable waste gate in 1978-1981 moved me on from trading advice on a Hybrid which got me an iPod to listen to digital music by earplugs and portable versions beyond Napster. The four cylinder Honda with a vertical cylindrical turbo mounted on the back of the radiator- for cooling? and years of ease is now just fine.