Originally Posted by
Robvolz
I was brought home from the hospital in a white Corsair Monza. Front seat in Mom's arms. Metal dash inches away. Fumes.
Hmmm, maybe thats what's wrong with me.
I learned to drive in a '63 Corvair convertible. I remember the fumes to this day.
Brother bought a '65 Corsa, had never driven stick shift before.
Came with four carbs, I discovered a couple years later two'd never, ever been connected. Good thing too I 'spose, cause two were enough to get him almost killed one icy winter night. Had he had four keeping that engine spinning he might not have survived....
As for drillium, all I can say is: Let the chips fall where they may! I ain't gonna sweep 'em up!