Ohiowoodchuck
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I have been a member for a little while but I wanted to share my build with everyone and tell you a little about my search. This story began when I was a kid. From the time I was little I was always going out to my dad’s old barn and playing inside his red car. Every year just like clock work, my dad would air up the tires, charge the battery and roll the car out. He would check the timing on it and look over everything and make sure everything was in good shape. He would run it up and down the street for two or three days and then put it back in storage for the summer or winter. It was his 1974 Plymouth Cuda. I’m not sure when he bought the car. I believe he either bought it new or a year or two after it was new. Him and mom dated in it and honeymooned in and drove it for a couple years before I came along. The fender tag designates it as a Bs 318 3 speed car but some time after my dad purchased it, he went to the local scrapyard and bought a 340 and a 4 speed transmission for the car. My dad at the time worked night shift at Goodyear tire and rubber in Jackson Ohio and day shift as a mechanic at Vallery ford in Waverly Ohio. From all the accounts I’m able to research from his buddies, he worked almost every evening after 5 for a few hours rebuilding the 340 and the 4 speed. His buddies told me the rebuild went on for several months a few hours at a time. He put w2 heads on the 340 and a w2 intake. The details to his buddies are a little fuzzy after that because they couldn’t remember pistons, carb, cam or anything else. Just the amount of direct connection boxes my dad was carrying in after hours to a ford dealership. Even though my dad wasn’t a drinker the rest of his buddies were and they could remember most details past 7 in the evening. They did remind me that my dad did keep up the two jobs a day for four years because he couldn’t make up his mind where he wanted to work at. Here is a picture of the car in the driveway during his wedding to my mom in 1979, a picture of it in the driveway in the early 80’s and or course like every true man of the day, a picture of the engine. I was born in June of 1981 and of course my dad left me and my mom at the hospital to attend the spring nationals, with a couple of buddies at national trail raceway. I’m going to stop here for the night but I’ll add to the story later.