I'm with the McHoon on this one. A straight six in that kind of pickup is sweetness beyond belief, if done right. And getting it right ,will be death by a thousand cuts. Sweet? Yes! Hell? You will not realize it until you are too far in to stop. Simply diabolical.
I didn't expect so glorious a PCH at this hour. I mean, midnight nearly, dude.
Anyways... my sick fascination is with the OHC Sprint 6, in that '47 Plymouth.
Oh yes.
I can't really even do a tirade on it because it is freaking glorious.
Imagine if you will, the Plymouth sitting on 17" steel wheels (the 5-spoke kind you can get off of modern GM vehicles that only have 'hubcap' wheel facings.
You buy that 47' Plymouth and do virtually nothing visible, but underneath is where things get crazy. You throw away the stock rear end, instead opting for a 9" Ford locker rear differential, and mate the engine to a GM 700R4 Automatic transmission. As much as you loathe automatics, the 700R4 just happens to fit the Plymouth's personality. Of course, you choose to install a column shifter.
Yes, exactly. Then cut a hole in one side of the Plymouth's engine cover doghouse and run six beaniepipes for headers. Mufflers are for girly men.
And then you get really crazy. A set of triple Weber carburetors.
You fit a set of HID semi-sealed beam headlights to fill the empty eye-sockets of the plymouth, opting to use 13000k HID bulbs, giving the car an eerie purple glow at night, and augment it with purple-hued running lights.
You only bother installing a windshield, the other windows are for pansies.
And finally, there you have it, your virtually suspensionless 47 Plymouth, powered by a rip-snorting Pontiac OHC six, a testament to doing something truly unconventional.
And then, you're filled with a sense of satisfaction-- until you realize you need something to haul stuff with.
Naturally, a set of six-pack carburetors mounted to the Mercedes M117, fitted in that IHC truck... and then the insanity starts all over again.
An ancient foreign "WTF is that" twodoor wagon? Yes please. Domesticly-produced grunt potential in the nuclear-winter-cockroach-grade indestructible straight-six form? I have now pricked my vein with a raven's feather, where do I sign, O Lucifer?
If FromaBuick6 has to watch one more Chevy commercial, he's going to punch Howie Long in the face was starred
If FromaBuick6 has to watch one more Chevy commercial, he's going to punch Howie Long in the face was unstarred
I also had to vote "Nice Price", because even though it's not the most flamboyant piece of 30s Teutonic engineering you know some old fart with too much money is going to inevitably drool over it at Pebble Beach.
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But I managed to pick the Opel/Merc combo. That would be sweet.
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I didn't expect so glorious a PCH at this hour. I mean, midnight nearly, dude.
Anyways... my sick fascination is with the OHC Sprint 6, in that '47 Plymouth.
Oh yes.
I can't really even do a tirade on it because it is freaking glorious.
Imagine if you will, the Plymouth sitting on 17" steel wheels (the 5-spoke kind you can get off of modern GM vehicles that only have 'hubcap' wheel facings.
You buy that 47' Plymouth and do virtually nothing visible, but underneath is where things get crazy. You throw away the stock rear end, instead opting for a 9" Ford locker rear differential, and mate the engine to a GM 700R4 Automatic transmission. As much as you loathe automatics, the 700R4 just happens to fit the Plymouth's personality. Of course, you choose to install a column shifter.
Yes, exactly. Then cut a hole in one side of the Plymouth's engine cover doghouse and run six beaniepipes for headers. Mufflers are for girly men.
And then you get really crazy. A set of triple Weber carburetors.
You fit a set of HID semi-sealed beam headlights to fill the empty eye-sockets of the plymouth, opting to use 13000k HID bulbs, giving the car an eerie purple glow at night, and augment it with purple-hued running lights.
You only bother installing a windshield, the other windows are for pansies.
And finally, there you have it, your virtually suspensionless 47 Plymouth, powered by a rip-snorting Pontiac OHC six, a testament to doing something truly unconventional.
And then, you're filled with a sense of satisfaction-- until you realize you need something to haul stuff with.
Naturally, a set of six-pack carburetors mounted to the Mercedes M117, fitted in that IHC truck... and then the insanity starts all over again.
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Opel 2-Door Wagon + OHC straight six = Tingly Feelingsā¢
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Thus, the Plymouth gets the Pontiac. Plymiac? Pontimouth?
Then, you could custom make some badges with the new name. Like if you (hypothetically) were to be installing a Jaguar engine in a Checker Marathon:
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Well, why not?
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$3,500,000/$500 = 7000
That's a lot of LeMon-ade.
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This isn't just a car. This is art. Not that crappy, plastic-cladded modern art. No, this is real, classic, body sculpted like a woman art.
/swoon
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