1964 Plymouth Super Stock Start Up
In the mid 60's the performance wars were being fought 1/4 of a mile at a
time. Yes NASCAR was on the rise but it was at the local drag strips and
the NHRA circus that most affected the win on Sunday and sell on Monday
War. All the manufacturers were more than willing to provide any one that
could buy it, a factory built race car all set up for the 1/4 mile or the
stop light drags. Ford had Galaxies with 427's as did Chevrolet, Chrysler
had a better line up with the Dodge and the Plymouth cars that were a
little lighter and easier to order the super stock race ready cars. The
Hemi made more horsepower but the Max Wedge
426 came on Harder at the low end, was much more affordable and could be
punched out to 440 for the street wars. The light weight cars were reserved
for the factory teams or special friends that would race them on their own
nickel. Chrysler was also more successful in selling the light weight
parts to those who wanted to convert their street cars.
Those of you that follow my Google blog Americas Road Test Video blog know
that I have written a few stories about drag racing on the streets for
money, Pinks or just fun. The 1/4 mile influenced my best friend Doug's dad
in 1963 2h3 he ordered a new family car. A 4 door Pontiac Catalina with
beach seat, 421 tri power V8, 411 gears, a posi and a 4 speed manual
transmission. Mama was not so happy with the new grocery getter when she
she had to slide the seat all the way back to get the shift lever into
reverse and could barely reach the clutch or push it down.
1968 HEMI Dart Super Stock - Real Car
Real Super Stock 1968 Dodge Dart with 426 Race Hemi and open headers.
Heading up to get the Tom Karay Memorial Award at the 23rd Annual Muscle
Car Classic Car Show 8/02/09. This car was absolutely perfect in every
detail. A true pleasure to view and hear. Copyright 2009
(Restoration of a 1967 Plymouth Barracuda) PROJECT FISH - PART 01
Outside of my airsoft hobby, I have this one. "Muscle" cars. Funny, in
THIS generation, it is called "muscle" cars..... Way back then, it was
just a car.....
Maybe this generation discerns the difference between "ricer", "rice
burner", "tuners", "classic car" and "muscle cars".
This is my friends 1967 Plymouth Barracuda. It will be a LOW COST,
ground-up restoration. No media blasting, not even sand blasting. Cannot
afford that "luxury". I will be using various ways to remove the old
paint, and spot checking for rust holes.
Part one is rust check and paint removal. As well as showing the small
block 340 that will go in the car affter we prep and paint the "engine
This is the first of MANY videos that will span the course of over one
1968 Plymouth HEMI Barracuda
BIG Ray Barton Crossram Hemi. This camera sucks ass because the car was so
much louder than in this video. He left early to keep his neighbors from
calling the cops on the noise, I'm sure of it. When he started it up to
leave, it sounded like a distant explosion because I was across the parking
lot. 13 April 2012 at Abingdon Lowes, MD.
1968 Plymouth Barracuda Classic Muscle Car for Sale in MI Vanguard Motor Sales
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sale. This stunning purple Supercharged 1968 Plymouth Barracuda continues
that tradition and presents you, the serious collector, with yet another
chance to expand your collection.
This Cuda went through an extensive restoration in 2007. The solid metal
body is straight, clean and rust free. There is no bondo, no waves and no
ripples. After all that hard work, the car was sprayed with its beautiful
purple metallic paint. The result is a fantastically straight Cuda that
looks like it could have rolled out of Dodge Main yesterday. Panel gaps,
door and trunk lips and margins are exceptional, the doors and trunk open
and close with very little effort and the cars deep purple metallic paint
has little to no defects or wear. All of the chrome and stainless is
equally as nice.
The first thing you will notice under the hood is that Paxton Supercharger, attached to the 340ci motor. The
casting number on the motor is 2780930-340. Turnbuckle ties are holding
this baby down. Once you get past that sweet looking Supercharger, you will see that this Cuda also is
wearing a MSD Ignition, a remote oil filter, breather canister and an
Optima battery. There are coated headers as well. Make no mistake; this car
runs just as well today as it did when it rolled into the dealership in
1970 and it's one of the few muscle cars that can still run with the best
The bottom of the car has been well taken care of as well. Matched up to
that 340 Supercharged motor, is a 4-speed transmission, which shifts
awesome. The casting number for the trans is 99129, and there is another
stamp with # 9B327429. There is a posi-traction rear end, with what we
believe to be 3:50 gears. There are some minor repairs in both driver side
and passenger side rockers and one small patch on the floorboard, all of
which have been done extremely well. There is no rust to be found, the
undercarriage of this Cuda is solid! A new stainless steel gas line and new
gas tank were included in the restoration, as well as a Flowmaster Exhaust system (2.5" out back and 3" feeders).
Cross drilled rotors and front disc brakes keep this Cuda between the
lines. The upper control arms are tubular, there are new spindles and
eurethane bushings on the radius arms. The front fenders have no signs of
repairs, they look to be original metal. Sitting on all four corners are
17" Billet wheels and BF Goodrich G-Force tires.
Inside the car has been completely restored and features beautiful white
upholstery, and headliner. Sitting between the bucket seats is a beautiful
console and Hurst shifter. In front of the driver is a stunning wood Grant
steering wheel and a set of Auto-Meter Pro-Comp Ultra-Lite gauges. In the
center of the dash there is a Kenwood AM/FM/CD stereo system, which sounds
great, and underneath that is a duo of aftermarket gauges. All of the
interior lights work and the black carpet is in beautiful shape. The
fold-down back seat gives plenty of extra storage for your cooler and
folding chairs. This car is ready for a summer cruise, and the local car
This is a rare, Supercharged 340 Cuda that is 100% complete inside and out.
Nothing has been left unrestored and the Cuda is guaranteed to please even
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New B1 First Run
First little trial around the block.. 542" B1 in a 1968 Barracuda.
Triple Black Attack: 1970 440 6-Pack 'Cuda - /BIG MUSCLE
Each and every muscle car enthusiast has that one experience that has
helped define the way in which they view the automobile. For Northern
California's John Cross that experience came by way of riding in the back
of his cousins 1970 440 6-Pack Plymouth 'Cuda when he was a kid. It was a
car that provided him with memories, stories and of course, a goal - that
being, to one day own the very car which got his engine running all those
years ago. It's now 2012, 42 years after that first faithful ride in the
very 'Cuda you're about to see. This time however it resides in John's
garage, not his cousins, which can mean only one thing... Sometimes dreams
do come true.
Dodge Charger 1968 blown hemi
this is Nick suckow's car in September 2008 before it was stolen. If you
have any information about this dodge charger please let me know.
http://www.weau.com/home/headlines/33732019.html# Back in 1984,
high-schooler Nick Suckow bought himself a '68 Dodge Charger. He was gonna
fix it up and roar down the road. Nick was born a gearhead. A hot rod. From
the first time he drove, he drove hard. The redline was always at hand.
When he joined the Army out of high school and shipped to Germany he got
hooked on the autobahn, where you could ease over to the left lane, stomp
the foot-feed flat, and shoot, they just let you go. "Fast," Nick likes to
say, "isn't the same as reckless." All that racing around, and then life
served up a grim little joke: The day Nick Suckow wrecked - the day his
life changed forever, the last day he ever stood on his own two feet - he
was going 35 miles per hour with his seatbelt on. He'd been married two
weeks. He and his wife were on their way home from their Wisconsin
honeymoon, making the run back to Texas in Nick's Gran Prix. They were
towing a rusted-out Ford Bronco - Nick always had his eye out for a cheap
beater, and he had found one up north. On a rough stretch of road Nick
crawled in the Bronco to keep it straight. The front tire hooked a pothole.
The tie rod snapped. The seat belt broke. He landed in the ditch. The
Bronco landed on his neck. Nick says he remembers the sun in his eyes. Then
the darkness closing in. A lot of years, then. Hospitals. Home. Hospitals.
The marriage ended. Back to Wisconsin. Rehab, and more hospitals. The speed
demon, not going anywhere fast. But eventually he had them drag that
Charger out. Arranged to get it in the shop. Whenever he had a little
money, he'd get some work done. "They whittled away at it," he says. "I
told my mom, if I die, dump my ashes in the fuel tank, and I'll go down the
drag strip one last time." Seventeen years. Seventeen years of learning how
to live from the neck up. Seventeen years of whittling. Hed show you the
latest pictures - a quarter panel here, a shot of primer there, a couple
tires. He'd get down to the shop, supervise in person when he could. He
couldn't run the wrenches, but he could run the show. He'd sneak out for a
little speed fix sometimes - once a paraplegic friend strapped Nick's chair
to a motorcycle sidecar and they blew down the road, one good pair of arms
between'em. Nick says it was good to feel the wind on his face. On a sunny
day in October of 2006, Nick Suckow's pals helped him slide from one set of
wheels into another. They strapped him in the passenger side, and you could
see the anticipation on his face, even behind the mirrored shades. The car
cruised out of the lot, and then picked up speed, the blower making a Mad
Max whine as the wheels warmed to the road. After a nice easy ride, the
Charger pulled to a stop on an isolated little stretch of blacktop. There
was a quiet moment, before the driver wound that 426 fuel-injected blown
Hemi up tight. Then Nick Suckow gave the nod and went fishtailing down the
blacktop on a journey that had never really ended.