Rob's Garage Garage

I will never forget the first time when I got my engine running in my 1971 Pontiac Grand Prix. I wanted to see how much power it had. It was sitting in an old paint and body shop for years. The carb was missing and the huge rats did want to leave their home. I changed the oil, spark plugs, wires, and the rest of the fluids. I put the battery in and put a Holley Carburetor on. Then it was time for the gas. I was so excited! I pumped the accelerator and the motors turned over like a free spinning top. I tried it again and whoa what a sound. It was clear that this 400 was doctored up. The car made a deep lope lope sound. I was in love. I wanted to take it around the block. I put it in drive and it aggressively it spit out gravel rocks out of my gravel drive way into the street. The adrenalin was flowing and all of a sudden I floored. The smoke and sound lit up the neighborhood. Goose bumps raced up my arm. I could barely breathe. The speed odometer rose quickly to 70 mph while leaving a cloud of burnt rubber smoke. I then came back to reality and told myself you better slow down. I then slowly pressed the brakes and NOTHING HAPPENED! I was scared as… well you know…. I then slammed my foot on the emergency brakes and the rear wheels came screeching to a halt. The same smoke that I left when I started was suddenly all around me. I was yards before coming to a dead end street and running into a house. I put the car in park got out and wipe myself off. Neighbors came outside to check on me and with a small voice I said “I’m OK”. I could tell you many more adventures. That was the Baddest engine I‘ve had!