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Post by BHU on Dec 6, 2020 12:20:20 GMT -5
Speaking of bombs. I bought my first car at the age of 18. A '65 Chevy Belair that I paid the princely sum of $50.00 for from an old guy that lived down the road from us, who just wanted to get rid of it. I drove it for 3 years until in an ice storm a tree limb came down & took out the windshield. That thing was built like a tank, & rode like one but it was my first car. And to me it was the cat's ass. Lol I had 65 Chevy station wagon in the early 70's. Yes, it was a tank. 3 on the tree transmission, and a small block V8, I don't remember but it was possibly a 283. That thing I think weighed in excess of 3500 lbs. With a hundred pounds of sand in the rear and good studded snow tires it would push snow with the front bumper. I drove through snow so deep and drifted once on the Walker Road that the engine compartment packed full of snow and threw the fan belt off but it never got stuck. Driving over the hills from Newport to Utica to work was always a winter adventure and challenge but with that old tank if I could get out of the Utica area with their poor snow removal with those old belly plows, I could get over the hills to Newport and Poland. I think my chevy had a 283 in it with an automatic. |
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