Why wait?
Have I told this story before? It’s a classic worth telling again!
A good buddy of mine had a ’69 Skylark coupe with Buick 350 and, IIRC, a 2-spd Powerglide (“power slide”) that he used to commute to college. After going thru 2 or 3 ‘glides and swapping to a BOP TH350, the cam lobes went flat.
Well, he needed to get to school; we were young and underfunded; and he had the inline Chevy 250 six that he had taken out of his ’67 Camaro when he swapped in a big block (the car that was later shown racing at Bonneville on the wheel standing ambulance episode of Monster Garage). In a weekend we had the 350 out and the 250 in with motor mounts built. The only clutch and trans set up we had for the Chevy was a small front journal 3-spd out of an early Chevy II (pre-Nova, IIRC a ‘62). So in it went. The xmbr was easy. The clutch linkage and pedal was non-existent. Soooo, we cut a longitudinal slot in the floor with a four inch grinder; bent a piece of flat bar for a clutch pedal; mounted it thru the floor using the pieces of a gate hinge from the hardware store as the pivot; and rigged a zigzag block and tackle set up under the floor from wire cable and pulleys to pull the clutch lever in. The shifter handle was an old twisted tire iron with the tip cut down.
Over time the open clutch cable would stretch and get fouled with road debris and such, so to preserve its lifecycle we would shift clutchlessly by matching gears and rpms. The loose trans didn’t mind and we got pretty good at it!
The biggest problem was that the car was so heavy and the 250 was tired, so performance suffered. My buddy is old school, and had been raised on the theory that if you can’t afford more power, make you car lighter; so stuff started coming off of the car. Remember Hot Rod’s “Caddy Hack”? Not quite that extreme, but if you can picture a circle track car except w/o a roll cage and with the glass still in it, you would be close. Out came the rear seat replaced by a thin sheet of aluminum to close off the trunk and a throw cushion with blanket. Out came the dash with the instrument cluster zip tied to the steering column. The bottoms of the rear quarters were rusted off, so he fashioned a cleaver from an old leaf spring and drove it thru shearing them off even with the frame rail. Inner door panels; gone. Inner fenders; gone. Inner door and trunk lid structure and lots of other internal bracing; riddled with hole saw holes. Bumpers; large slots cut with a smoke wrench.
The thing had actually gotten pretty peppy again, just by taking weight out, then things got really fun. I had started working as a wrecker driver and came across a lot of cars heading for the bone yard. There was a big float boat Centurian with a 455/BOP TH400 that had hit a tree so hard the passenger side of the main xmbr under the oil pan had come back far enough to twist the drive train to the point that the tail shaft housing on the trans broke clean off, not to mention that the tail shaft got bent.
Fortunately, the engine didn’t take the brunt, but the car was totaled. In those days we got $25 a piece for any car that we were able to haul to the bone yard (after all of the paperwork had cleared), so I offered my boss $35 dollars for the engine and used a wrecker to pull it out. He still got his $25 for the car, too! Then I used the tilt back flat bed hauler to bring the engine to my shop and gave it to my buddy as a B-day present. He built front motor plates to get it mounted in the chassis and gutted the trans to swap in a short tail setup from another TH400. You should have seen the illustrated sketch in exploded view that he drew as it was coming apart, so that he would know how to put it back together again. Remember, this was back before the days of wide spread internet use!
It was kind of funny. After all of that, when we first fired it up it sounded like a rod knocking, but after a short investigation we found that the oil pan had been bumped in slightly when sliding it down off of the hauler. All he had to do was knock the pan out a bit and reinstall it.
It had the factory cast iron exhaust manifolds and 2-into-1 crossover pipe, but from there we went straight 2-1/2 inch pipe with a Cherry Bomb muffler.
On the first couple of test drives it wouldn’t run right. Whenever he hit the gas it would bog big time. After a little tinkering he figured out that the big heavy Centurian was tuned with stiff mechanical advance springs in the distributor. All it took to wake the thing up was lighter springs, and boy howdy did it wake up!
It would idle around nice and low like a tug boat on the small primaries of a spread bore Holley 780 double pumper, but when you hit the gas and opened up those big secondaries it roared like a top fueler. Bwaaaaahhhhhhhh.
The good old days of my youth.