The old muscle cars had a way better suspension then what's marketed today (at least for what they were intended for ) , full frame underbody , steel , and they were made for speed , plus if you did have a bang up , chances were better of walking way ....Nothing like a finally tuned full throttle motor to get your heart racing .Around here we still have the late nights on Main when the sleepers come out , some you can feel long before you see them , hairy cams etc , sound like they are going to stall , but put the peddle down and you have a new appreciation for what muscle is .Never owned anything but American , never had a desire to drive any import , just always seemed to fall short of my ideal of what a car should be .The cars I owned were set up for speed , a lot of the older factory cars were built for it as well , but unless you understand your car I would never condone speeding , you have to feel the car in all it's ways and how it reacts , we built them up and knew what we had , brakes, steering , suspension etc
Hey thar you old prairie dog you!
I figure the old stuff is like a mammal with a skeleton...the new stuff is like an insect with an exoskeleton...bang up and tres dif to fix it based on not jest a frame straightened affair!
Funny you mention one has better chance of walking way after a crash in the old stuff. I just listened to a fella that does alot of detailing and listened to him talk about how the new stuff is designed to crumple all around you the passengers (resulting in nothing left of the vehicle...wonder how that benefits the new vehicle market, eh??) and you walk away whereas the old stuff can hit something and survive the fender bender but the humans inside get all banged up. So why I find it funny...not sure which is true but I am with you in that old ride is where I wanna be. New stuff sucks...
My mom was an under the curlers speed demon. Picture us young kids and Mom taking us shopping in the next town over...she had a grey 1969 T-Bird with a 429 stock. Suddenly us kids on the Nor Van Isle twisted highway note she is doing 120 miles per hour on the speedo. Yikes Mom...WT?? "Just burning off the carbon," she would quip... Sure Mom...sure you were!
I use to be a purist too and despised the rat rodders and hot rodders but in my old age I have given in a bit. I don't mind pimping a truck out a bit with things like LED lights and after market funkies like license plate lights and some chrome glitz. Jewlery for rides. I want us to be seen (better headlights and lighted up markers and such) so others can avoid smucking us as we go for our sunny day cruises to nowhere's and home.
I also still hold a special place in my heart for the challenges that bang up restos back to factory condition mean. Hold your head very high and lookin' way too good, flat out at fifty K, eh!
Doggone & Chicken UP!
Tara Lee Higgins
Higgins Rat Ranch Conservation Farm, Alberta, Canada

