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Nice looking evo. Lets see the rest :toothy10:greywolf said:111hp 118 lbs ft at the wheel
Nice looking evo. Lets see the rest :toothy10:greywolf said:111hp 118 lbs ft at the wheel
The 318 I had experience with was the same. It was the Carter carb. Replaced that with a Holley and an Edlebrock manifold and both mileage and performance improved.Cagey said:Hehe! Yeah, I remember the old land yachts. Had a couple. Buddy of mine still has one. Got about an acre of hood. You don't steer them as much as aim them.
I had one of those old Chrysler Cordobas with a 318 under the hood and the "fine Corinthian leather" interior. Got about 4 miles to the gallon. Don't know what it did with all that gas, but it sure was comfy.
Funny thing about those 318s - everybody I've ever known who had one had the same complaint: sucked gas like it was free. I had a Chevy Super Sport and a Monte Carlo that both had engines 100+ cubes larger that didn't do as badly. Not that they were without sin, but at least you got something for it.
Cagey said:Hawks are awesome. I almost wrecked a car once watching one grabbing a rabbit. You really see their wingspan when they flare out to keep from killing their own damn selves, then they take right off carrying a pound or two of dinner. Almost makes you proud for some reason. So majestic.
Prometheus said:Growing up on a prairie farm, I spend many hours in the fields on various slow-moving equipment. One of the most boring jobs was driving grain truck at harvest time, which often meant waiting while the combine slowly filled up to be ready for another dump. In the still dry air under a scorching summer sun. About the only excitement all day would be to see a hawk wheeling way up above, like a tiny speck doing small orbits. So high that it was so small that I could barely make out the wingbeats - not that there were a lot of 'em. And my eyes were good then. But at some point those binoculars they have for eyes would finally detect something - mouse, gopher, rabbit. And it'd fold up and go into a stoop, comin' down like a Stuka. Sometimes they'd manage a bit of an angle and sorta swoop up their prey. But usually they'd just fall like a meteor, with a puff of dust. And shortly thereafter beat off laden with dinner.
Still cool to this day.