He wasn’t interested in winning any races. His story is typical…..fresh out of Vietnam, he wanted a Roadrunner but couldn’t afford it without help from his Dad. His first car, and first new car. He wanted a bench seat and a 383 with a 4 speed, and sat in every Roadrunner on the lot, but according to him “I just couldn’t get my *** in those damn bucket seats”. All the way in the back of the lot sat this car, he sat in it, grabbed the pistol grip and said “I’ll take it” to the salesman. The salesman told him it wasn’t what he thought it was and opened the hood, when he saw the 6bbl engine he yelled “where do I sign”? It had a trailer hitch on it when I got it and I asked him what that was on there. He told me he used to tow his buddies dragster to Milan on the weekends. I asked him if he ever ran the car and he said only once. He just couldn’t afford to have the car break down and he couldn’t get to work. He was the foreman at the Chevy spring plant about 5 miles from his house….”too far to walk” he said. He did however win his class and received this trophy. This was on the same street tires he drove on every day. He is a wonderful guy, and has an answer for every question I ask him. This is him, the car, and the trophy the day I took the car back after working on it for a year to get it back on the road. Incidentally, the car ran 13:07.
And, to quell your opinion of me and my love for dog dish, I’m considering buying a set of torq thrust rims for the car, because my Dad had those on his 70RR 6bbl convertible. And, my car and Dads both came through the same dealership, so there’s a kinship there.