| I'm
trying to remember why I bought the actual car. The concept was new and attractive:
an inexpensive production-line "compact" with high performance hardware,
a fastback that opened into the interior for a
seven-foot lie-down space. It looked like this,
had "Formula S" insignia on the fenders, and there were blue rings around
the tires rather than white. Come to think of it, the front fenders on the photo
look like '64 or '65 fenders, with that tell-tale Valiant
crease up front. I think my model is more like it; it has the egg-crate grill
. . .*
Out there in the racy world, one of the most exciting series ever—the
TransAm—to identify with.
You can see some significant history, specifications, and production
figures at Matt
Phillips' site. Thanks to Matt for the interior photo.
I needed to
move from all-sports-car and little-wagon to something more substantial. Geneva
was growing. I had a friend in the business who could—did—get me an excellent
deal. Once I had it home I still liked it: - Lots
of oomph from the 4-barrel 235HP 273 V-8 (16.05 and 88.9 MPH at Carlsbad
Raceway; beat in the bracket by a Hillman with a TR4 engine; beat at Tecate
drags by a 396 Chevelle, in a hilarious story published as a Leditor
To The Editor in Hot Rod magazine, some time between November
1966 and April 1967, I think)
- Pleasant
high-performance noises (from the rectangular-tip exhaust and the vestigial air-cleaner
with a specially designed wrapper—designed to enhance that hi-po sound at very
little expense indeed)
- Good
road-holding from the Goodyear Blue Streaks (nice time at a pre-slalom slalom
in the Bullring-By-The-Sea parking lot; not that bad a ride after they warmed
up from their square overnight bias-ply nylon shape)
- Comfortable
ride (compared to a no-wheel-travel Austin-Healey 3000 and a short-wheelbase Morris
Minor)
- Plenty of
room inside (ibid.)
- Cheerful
"Soft Yellow" exterior color (did I mention the avocado green interior?
I pretty much avoid green in anything but nature) (BRG is not green; it's
BRG)
- Fairly
good miles-per-gallon (especially in Mexico, at 50MPH or lower as we tried to
make it to a high-traffic filling station on the remnants of a tank of extra,
extra-low octane "gasoline" I foolishly yielded to in the throes of
a middle-of-the-night desert crossing in thoughtless disregard of the needs of
the Baca Ruda's 10.5:1 compression ratio) (The strategy is, don't use more than
about five gallons in a row without a fill-up) >>>
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