The cobra jet had an optional shaker, and there was a Barracuda as well. Those were the coolest, but pretty rare. Fake hood scoops were common, but there were some other functional ones, like Plymouth's air-grabber, which was like a flap that could be raised or lowered. Serious buffs sneered at the fake stuff.
did they teach this stuff growing up in detroit in grade school? would not have taken you for a car guy.
I had no interest until 1968, when sports came into my life at age 9 because of Tigers baseball. Then I think it was the confluence of Hot Wheels, and other kids’ interest that led me to cars and motorsports. Being in Detroit probably helped. For a couple of years I was really into it: built models; went to races and car shows; read books and magazines (had a subscription to Car & Driver.) Of course, I was a snob, and most interested in Formula One road racing, which was a far cry from Detroit, but I liked the local stuff too. It was the last hurrah of the muscle car era, before the oil crises. The funny thing is that before long I heard the siren call of sex, drugs, and rock & roll (in reverse order of availability,) which got me so preoccupied that I didn’t learn to drive until I was out of college. The closest I’ve been to a muscle car since then was Skinny’s Super Bee, which he bought (late 80’s-90’s?) even though he couldn’t drive. I think it ended up with Kars for Kids.
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- alex 1-08-2021 9:42 am
did they teach this stuff growing up in detroit in grade school? would not have taken you for a car guy.
- dave 1-08-2021 11:48 am [add a comment]
I had no interest until 1968, when sports came into my life at age 9 because of Tigers baseball. Then I think it was the confluence of Hot Wheels, and other kids’ interest that led me to cars and motorsports. Being in Detroit probably helped. For a couple of years I was really into it: built models; went to races and car shows; read books and magazines (had a subscription to Car & Driver.) Of course, I was a snob, and most interested in Formula One road racing, which was a far cry from Detroit, but I liked the local stuff too. It was the last hurrah of the muscle car era, before the oil crises. The funny thing is that before long I heard the siren call of sex, drugs, and rock & roll (in reverse order of availability,) which got me so preoccupied that I didn’t learn to drive until I was out of college. The closest I’ve been to a muscle car since then was Skinny’s Super Bee, which he bought (late 80’s-90’s?) even though he couldn’t drive. I think it ended up with Kars for Kids.
- alex 1-08-2021 1:26 pm [add a comment]