I have a 1969 Plymouth satellite that started its life with me as a running and drive small block car. I spent 8 hours pulling it out of a field and ever second I was there I couldn't stop thinking about how when I got it home I was goin to hear this beast breath fire, and by god when I got it home we tossed a battery in her, poured in some fresh oil, unbolted the fuel line, rehydrate the thirsty old b-body, turned the key and it fired up in seconds. Then I wanted the drive my first car so I put the drive line back in it, toped off the 904 and drove my old mopar down the road. all I could think is, "wow this car has been setting in the dirt for almost 20 years and it took 3 hours to get it driving". however with this story of great rebirth, comes a story of harsh stupidity. after all this took place 2 weeks later I decided I wanted to restore this car, this driver. so I completely dissembled my car without thinkin about how much money this project was going to cost me, so with that in my past it is now time to strap on my boots and tackle this project, my b-body will soon be pounding pavement.
with them best of them.
with them best of them.
