Pictures From 1965

I sure do enjoy looking at the photos thanks for posting them. heres a photo of 64 442 that ended up in the bone yard

OK Wayne - you got my dusty wheels turning and I had to call around to make sure I knew who you were before I made a fool of myself here (as if that mattered). I suspect the trophy on your hood came from Camp Wheeler dragstrip (no lights, flag start, no et, just mph). I've got one from the same place on the shelf behind me now. Mine came 8-15-65 as I ran C/Stock and turned 103.52 mph (I wrote it on the bottom of the trophy so I could remember). The only thing that out ran my red 65 post 442 that day was a 40 Ford with a built 327 but he was in another class, so I cleaned up that day. Billy Boney was helping me drive and taught me how to power shift the 4-spd. We had rigged the 4GC with a rubber band to get the secondaries to come on in sooner and I kept the intake iced down all day. I had taken the 2" caps of my "galvanized water pipe" headers and was still running the original 7:75 redlines that came with the car when it was new out at Jackson's. Making $35 a week running the drive-in on 247 didn't leave me much after the $125/mo payment and I couldn't afford headers. In fact, on Monday after trophy Sunday I had to buy two recaps for the back, that's all I could afford. My trick for winning that day was to light them up at 3k rpm at the line and just outspin everyone for the first 100 feet.

The 64 442 in your pic was the first 442 I ever saw and I fell in love with it the minute I saw it (at Finchers). That was one VERY sweet 442. It took me 7 years before I owned it and ultimately ruined it by flipping it over twice on rain-slicked Seven Bridges headed south. I started hydroplaning and just lost it into freshly graded shoulder that was very soft. The tires sunk in and it just flipped. Wasn't a corner left that wasn't caved in.

The friend you spoke of with the red Holiday coupe has got to be Ray because he and the original owner of the 64 (Lonnie) are still cousins! I just got of the phone with Ray and he is probably looking at this board for the first time as I type. He said he would let Lonnie know about it too. He advised he still has a few old pics and I suggested he post them up. Unfortunately for me all my pics went the way of the first wife, so all I have are faded memories of the day when Oldsmobiles RULED south Macon. How many 65 442's could be found in our HS parking lot? I've lost count over the years. Ray says that Theilson had a hand in keeping your 442 "top notch" and he's still around turning wrenches in Warner Robins. Hooda thunk we'd still be here.

Remember cornfield road? The two lane concrete in the middle of nowhere with a 3 mile straight and a small incline that dead-ended in a cornfield. Couldn't pick a better place to street race, no houses, no people, no trafic, no sweat. Clamp at 20 and go when the lights come on behind you.

Ray said his 442 had a set of Doug Thorley headers and I remember meeting him one afternoon as I was going to another race. He was coming and I was going. Little did I know he had just been out running on Jones road (where I was headed) with the caps off. By the time I got there, the locals had already called the Sheriff and they were waiting for me when I got there.
It took more than a couple of drive-in tickets to get out of that one. They didn't seem to care that he had a HT and I had a post. They were both red Oldsmobiles.

I can't remember the guy's name whose father ran a car lot at the end of Houston Ave that had the 271 horse 289 Mustang. We met late one night on Dunbar Road for a go at it. Billy was with me that night as I recall. I wasn't used to running on a tar and gravel road and was a bit nervous. I ran up the road about a quarter of a mile to make sure everything was OK, turned around and we got ready. The torque of the Olds made silly putty out of the 'stang and I didn't realize until it was over that I had shifted into 2nd when I turned around and started off that way. Still cleaned his clock by multiple car lengths. He must have been mad because when I shut down at the quarter end, he flew past and stayed in it. Billy and I heard him lose it has he hit the crown of a crossing road, extended the suspension and just flat lost it in the ditch. When we got there, the guy was crawling out from under his upside down totaled Ford. Billy, not to miss a chance to drive the Olds (he was always after me to let him at it), decided that "what's-his-name" needed to go to the hospital and he should drive. So for the next 12 minutes and 18 miles I was hanging on as best I could as Billy slid the Olds sideways into the emergency room parking lot.

And then there was the time....

Wayne - check your '64 RamScott, I'm the last pic on page 118, it's good to catch up with you again. Ray had suggested that we write a book about those days. You and Lonnie should join in 'cause I can't remember that far back....

Thanks for letting me ramble guys - they were good old days for me. Without this board, the reflection wouldn't have happened.

Popz

WOW Popz ...... change a few names and I'm right there with you. I really enjoyed re-living a few memories of my own with your story. I remember well blowing off the mustangs all day long. Those were the days .......... loved it.
Gary

WAYNE...THANKS FOR PUTTING THE PICTURES UP....THEY REALLY BRING BACK FOND MEMORIES AND CERTAINLY DAYS OF OUR GLORY....WONDER HOW MUCH SOAP AND WATER WE ALL USED TO KEEP THE WONDERFUL WHEELS SO CLEAN....WHEREOH WHEREHAS THE TIME GONE?

Boogie,
Why don't you scan the picture you have of the 66 Toranado Jr. car and post it? It's a 66, but I'm sure the members here would like to see it.

Wayne

1968, 4 speed F85 Club Coupe V8

Ram Z here's a pic of 68 4 speed

I seen the sign in the back ground. just having a little fun with this .