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#13
RE: sorry
[align=center]Below information is for us member's that do not know much[/align][align=center]about the "454" 1970 Chevy Nova.[/align][align=center]From[/align][align=center][/align][align=center][/align][align=center][:-] WoW ~ WoW [:-][/align][align=center][/align][align=center]
Red Meat
And Dig It, You're What's for Dinner[/align]By Ro McGonegal[/align]photographer: Henry De Los Santos
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In the Stone Age (relatively speaking), feature cars were primarily the fantasies of young dudes; guys who usually had their girlfriends (or more likely a paid model who could squander precious car-building hours on a personal relationship) lounging on a fender or perched perky behind the wheel of a custom sled, flashing a full mouth and straight, white teeth accentuated by a tight sweater and an impossibly pointy brassiere. Gangster whites were the ginchiest, sock hops were the end, chrome plating was really gone, '57 Eldorado hubcaps--with a bullet--were the mandate, and it was ornament instead of substance.
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In the late-'60s, the whole enthusiast magazine world changed, due in no small part to the might and profligate maniacal spawn of Detroit product planners. With factory hot rods and musclecars, car coverage got seriously nitty-gritty. Camshaft specs, clearance numbers, and 60-foot times replaced angel hair and Yeti-sized trophies. Car show fops and trailer queens were dorky and distained, shunned for a 180-degree genre of machines--machines with purpose, substance, and ideas for the newly initiated. Drive it and drive it hard. There's nothing like the influx of factory megabucks to permanently alter and direct the thinking of those who sought the truth.
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Instead of scalloped paint, sectioned bodies, and frenched headlights, we've been entrenched in pristine, wholesome, original sheetmetal, smoothed, painted, and buffed to perfection. A few mega-buck audio systems notwithstanding, the vibe[b] now is of no-nonsense functionality, and that applies to everything from conservative readers' rides to powerful,well-balanced machines with high-rate handling and Mega Street bloodletters--nearly insane rhinos snortingmountainous g
Red Meat
And Dig It, You're What's for Dinner[/align]By Ro McGonegal[/align]photographer: Henry De Los Santos
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In the Stone Age (relatively speaking), feature cars were primarily the fantasies of young dudes; guys who usually had their girlfriends (or more likely a paid model who could squander precious car-building hours on a personal relationship) lounging on a fender or perched perky behind the wheel of a custom sled, flashing a full mouth and straight, white teeth accentuated by a tight sweater and an impossibly pointy brassiere. Gangster whites were the ginchiest, sock hops were the end, chrome plating was really gone, '57 Eldorado hubcaps--with a bullet--were the mandate, and it was ornament instead of substance.
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In the late-'60s, the whole enthusiast magazine world changed, due in no small part to the might and profligate maniacal spawn of Detroit product planners. With factory hot rods and musclecars, car coverage got seriously nitty-gritty. Camshaft specs, clearance numbers, and 60-foot times replaced angel hair and Yeti-sized trophies. Car show fops and trailer queens were dorky and distained, shunned for a 180-degree genre of machines--machines with purpose, substance, and ideas for the newly initiated. Drive it and drive it hard. There's nothing like the influx of factory megabucks to permanently alter and direct the thinking of those who sought the truth.
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Instead of scalloped paint, sectioned bodies, and frenched headlights, we've been entrenched in pristine, wholesome, original sheetmetal, smoothed, painted, and buffed to perfection. A few mega-buck audio systems notwithstanding, the vibe[b] now is of no-nonsense functionality, and that applies to everything from conservative readers' rides to powerful,well-balanced machines with high-rate handling and Mega Street bloodletters--nearly insane rhinos snortingmountainous g
#14
RE: sorry
Sweet!!! What a beauty and a very good choice. I've been looking for an old Nova for my daughter. Want some good ol American steel around her instead the the foriegn tin can she's driving. Hate that ricer car! [:@]
I'm one of the lucky ones, I have the Monte (daily driver)and a Firebird with a 455 (my rumpity rump summer toy) so I know how you feel when you climb in behind the wheel.Can you say Adreniline rush????
Enjoy your ride!
I'm one of the lucky ones, I have the Monte (daily driver)and a Firebird with a 455 (my rumpity rump summer toy) so I know how you feel when you climb in behind the wheel.Can you say Adreniline rush????
Enjoy your ride!
#17
RE: sorry
Very nice Nova. Don't be sorry about it, but if I was you, I'd see if I could keep both, LOL. There's nothing quite like the sound (love the sound of a four barrel kicking in) and fury of the old mustle cars. I'm with Space on this:
More info and pics, please.
More info and pics, please.
#18
RE: sorry
I'd do my best to keep both as well if the money held out. But he may not be able to do so?
One thing I swore ifI ever got to the position where I could park my '57s during the winter months and drive another car so the salt didn't eat my '57s up I would. Thankfully I was able to do so but this means another car get's sacrificed to road salt.
One thing I swore ifI ever got to the position where I could park my '57s during the winter months and drive another car so the salt didn't eat my '57s up I would. Thankfully I was able to do so but this means another car get's sacrificed to road salt.
#19
RE: sorry
yes it is my dailey driver im putting new exhaust on today im getting 415HP and 500FT/Pnds of torque. 9 miles to the gallon[:@]. havent had it wayed yet just put a new K&N in adjusted the carb putting new valve covers on next week oh and im putting a new tach in today as welland im so happy to be done with PCM's and ECU's and i should have it supercharged by july.
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