Hello, In our teenage years, Mike Salta Pontiac was located a few blocks from our high school. Our dad never went to that dealer when it was called Master’s Pontiac. He went to the boulevard Buick dealer several blocks up the street called, back then, American ave. that name got changed to Long Beach boulevard when we were in school. American Ave. was the original “mile long car dealer row.” in this case, miles of aisles of cars was more like it. for 3 miles in a straight line Long Beach Boulevard heading from the ocean toward Bixby Knolls. There were car dealers on both sides of the street from the big names like Chevrolet, Cadillac, Oldsmobile and Pontiac to the smaller dealers like Ford, Chrysler, etc. The interspersed between those “named” dealers, were the tons of used car lots that were busy as the new car dealers. Jnaki As a high school junior, I went with my friend to the Pontiac dealer to get his dark blue Pontiac hardtop sedan. it was his first car and what a beauty it was. The wheels were those 8 lug specials and those made everyone envious. We could not decide how to put those on our Chevy cars. Ha! At the time, I knew about Pontiac cars having been with this new Pontiac for several months. So, I needed a job and wanted to be a car salesman. I knew about Chevy sedans and Pontiac sedans the most. So, I went to the closer Pontiac dealer for an interview. That interview as a long one as the manager quizzed me on motor types, parts, car accessories and how they work, etc. We had gone over the blue Pontiac of my friend’s as a pre-test and it was like studying for a school exam. Well, I did not get the job, despite my knowledge about Pontiacs and cars in general. He was impressed with my 58 Impala and how well it was taken care of as a teenage owner. But, his excuses for not hiring me was one of “age differences.” I would be the only teenage sales person on the giant lot. Despite me knowing more about cars in general and Pontiacs, he said the differences between a teenager and the older sales guys would be a problem. YRMV NOTE: Little did I know that in college, the dealers had this “trade” program. Not a trade as in a lifelong job, but an actual trade with another dealer. My friend from our apartment had a job at a local Pontiac dealer. He was on the “trade” program and needed another driver to finish several jobs for the local dealer in San Jose. I was hired to drive a two door Pontiac Bonneville to an Oakland, CA dealer. It was a fun trip to drive around the S.F. Bay Area, but, the 4 door hardtop was not my choice of cars. So, while I was waiting in the service area of the other dealer, out comes this Pontiac GTO. It was black and shiny, with all of the glory attached to a cool hot rod sedan. So, the service manager comes over and gives me the key and the registration paper. I started to put in in my pocket, but he tells me don’t put it there, as it will get lost and all wrinkled. “Put it in the sun visor, so when you arrive back in San Jose, you will know where it is.” My thought was to put it in the glove box, but the manager stuck it trapped in the visor. A black GTO with a 4 speed and sound to go with the motor. Off I went cautiously heading toward the freeway for the long trip home. A dealer trade to get a sale was the reason for the trade of a 4 door hardtop in a two tone color. But for a black GTO? I was tempted to accelerate to the freeway speeds from the on ramp. Going through the 4 speed was great and soon I was cruising with the other freeway fanatics going 70-75. All of a sudden, the cross winds in this open field section of the freeway whipped across the car and with all of the windows rolled down, it was a swirling mess inside. The dealer told me not to run the A/C so, all windows were down. The wide tires and low stance held the wind at bay, but the swirling winds whipped the registration papers out of the open window and flew up in the air, as I watched where it landed in the scrub grass off the side of the freeway lane. So, I marked the spot by the fence designation and type of house next to the freeway lane. I got off on the next off ramp and circled back around. I crept up to the exact fence spot and started the search along the grass area back for a few blocks. Near the fence and up to the edge of the first lane. It was not in the grassy center divider, either. So many blocks long up/down walks later, I did not find the registration paper. Upon arriving back in the Pontiac dealer in San Jose, I talked to the manager and gave him the story. He was not a nice man after hearing the fly away registration paper story and recovery tries. He did not have nice things to say about the other dealer telling me to place the paper in the visor. So, to compensate for the lost registration paper, he said he was going to dock my pay for the lost valuable paper. I felt it was partially my fault, but if I had been allowed to put it in the glove box, the story would have been much nicer for me. I would have some “hard earned money” from a nice drive in the Pontiac GTO for several hours… YRMV
Are there any intake ports actually arranged like this? or is it simply artistic license going on here...
The person who posted before told you. 54-64 Ford 239-312” engines…. An entity known as Scarebird sells products for this era car.
Unfortunately I missed his posts. That being said, the fact I used to make kits for the 54-56 and 57-68 Ford fronts does not make me an expert on the whole car, whether it be intakes or window winders. The only guys I can think of that would be experts are parts pullers at old school wrecking yards, such as French Lake, and then after at least a dozen years seasoning.
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