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The Vertible
My buddy Jim bought this convertible 67 GTX with a healthy 440 in it with an auto/shift kit and 3:23 posi. I was home from college on spring vacation and out for a drive on Route 231 Deer Park NY(one of Car Craft's 10 top cruise stripes in the USA at the time) one chilly midmorning with the top down(for some unknown reason). Out pops a new chevy Z-28 (the year is 1983 or so) and up to a red light we both roll (I am driving-thanks Jim). The light turns green and we both go for it, its cool out, real cool, the 440 is liking it, I mean LIKING IT- screams away and hits second, the Z is back there somewhere so I let off the gas to let the Z catch up to play with it somemore! The Z finally is drawing closer and I ease back into the gas-nothing, I hit it harder-nothing, I punch it to the floor boards, nothing, no idiot lights, sounds fine, I look at Jim with a much bewildered look of "what the heck is happening here?". Now the Z blasts by and unfortunatly that was it. Back to my garage we limp the "Vertible" and popped the hood. We looked at each other and started laughing, we had just put an Edelbrock triangular air cleaner with the foam underneath the chrome plated screen. Well, the foam was SUCKED down into the carb, no wonder it ran fine but otherwise was starving for air and couldn't make the power after the initial 1st gear blast against the Z. The next thing was the hole in one into the trash for that air cleaner. Back out onto the avenue looking for revenge, but none was to be had. Time went by and the Vertible was sold, how we both miss that car today, yeah it's worth some bucks, but the 440 as set up ran so sweet, it was a beast. RIP the 'Vertible'.
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'Vertible'? What ever happened to English as a first language?
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Come on Frank, it's a neck name that Jim and I had for the car, A kind of catchy phrase, you know what I mean!
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Yeah, almost the same as Frank is short for Frankendart.
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Had a buddy that bought a '64 Polara with a 383 4bbl dirt cheap. It was super nice but ran like crap, had no power. He wasn't much of a wrench turner so didn't try to fix anything, just drove the hell out of it. He was trying to pass someone but the darn thing had no power. He just held his foot to the floor for a bit and let the engine rev. Suddenly POW!! It blew the exhaust off of it forward of the muffler. Then it bogged for a second, and then accelerated like a rocket. He said it scared the crap out of him. But he said that car was FAST after he got the exhaust fixed. Ran great. He never realized the only problem was the muffler was clogged.
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No, "Frank" is equal length for Frank. Reality, what a concept!
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Your birth certificate says Frank? It's not short for Francis?
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Correct, my real, and only first name is Frank, same as my father's was.
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Blowing the exhaust off would sound like a small bomb going off I would imagine.
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Good thing you didn't have a Saratoga then, or everyone would call you Sara!
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