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Hey Adrian, nice find, reminds me of my younger days in the mid 70's at Big Chiefs on a Sunday night. This was a "Happy Days" type diner meeting place on Parramatta Rd Auburn in Sydney.
One particular evening this rev-head in a chevy drove in the entrance and by riding the cam, literally kangaroo-hoped his car all the way through the car park to the exit, out onto the road and then lit-up the back wheels and smoked himself out of sight.
Some of the other guys who knew him well, said he was a mechanic/machinist who worked in a perfomance machine-shop.
He fitted a new raw,solid billet cam in his big bore Chevy engine, but forgot to profile grind the cam lobes. "Left them Square". Max Duration & Overlap. Ha Ha Ha.
About Big Cheifs:
Every Sunday (late arvo) all the Rev Heads (me included) would meet there to show-off thier car and the latest hotted-up mod (eg: cams, carby's , exhaust or twin-point dissys etc) and eat hambergers, chips, hotdogs and milkshakes with thier mates and girlfriends whilst these crazy organiser guys would run around with a pen and pad and line-up all the "grudge drags" that the serious draggers wanted to run again from the last weeks win or lose.
Once they had about 30 or so drags lined-up, one of the organisers would jump on top of a car and call the "RUNS are ON".
Everyone would jump in thier cars, and there would be a mass exodice from Big Cheifs, and we would all head in single file to a remote private access road (a 700-800m drag strip, only one way in and out) in an industrial area. We would park on both sides of the road at 90 degs facing inwards
The organisers would line-up the runs and the X-Mass tree was one guy with a torch, and another at the end would flash a torch to indicate which lane had won.
This would sometimes go on for 3-4 hours unless the cops showed-up.
The guy at the end would radio in the cops are here and the cop car would drive down the middle of the road.
We would all jump in our cars at a mad pace and drive fast in the opposite direction in two single files each side of the cop car really close so they were virtually closed in and could'nt open thier doors to get out. The cops would have to wait for the last cars to pass before the could turn a give chase
The trick to not getting caugth was "dont be last in que", they were usually the ones caught and booked.
Needless to say, it only lasted a few years before the Industrial Area had huge solid gates errected at the the entrance to keep us from having fun. Courtesy of the Police Dept.
Bugger that, we had to find other places, Port Botany was great !
One particular evening this rev-head in a chevy drove in the entrance and by riding the cam, literally kangaroo-hoped his car all the way through the car park to the exit, out onto the road and then lit-up the back wheels and smoked himself out of sight.
Some of the other guys who knew him well, said he was a mechanic/machinist who worked in a perfomance machine-shop.
He fitted a new raw,solid billet cam in his big bore Chevy engine, but forgot to profile grind the cam lobes. "Left them Square". Max Duration & Overlap. Ha Ha Ha.
About Big Cheifs:
Every Sunday (late arvo) all the Rev Heads (me included) would meet there to show-off thier car and the latest hotted-up mod (eg: cams, carby's , exhaust or twin-point dissys etc) and eat hambergers, chips, hotdogs and milkshakes with thier mates and girlfriends whilst these crazy organiser guys would run around with a pen and pad and line-up all the "grudge drags" that the serious draggers wanted to run again from the last weeks win or lose.
Once they had about 30 or so drags lined-up, one of the organisers would jump on top of a car and call the "RUNS are ON".
Everyone would jump in thier cars, and there would be a mass exodice from Big Cheifs, and we would all head in single file to a remote private access road (a 700-800m drag strip, only one way in and out) in an industrial area. We would park on both sides of the road at 90 degs facing inwards
The organisers would line-up the runs and the X-Mass tree was one guy with a torch, and another at the end would flash a torch to indicate which lane had won.
This would sometimes go on for 3-4 hours unless the cops showed-up.
The guy at the end would radio in the cops are here and the cop car would drive down the middle of the road.
We would all jump in our cars at a mad pace and drive fast in the opposite direction in two single files each side of the cop car really close so they were virtually closed in and could'nt open thier doors to get out. The cops would have to wait for the last cars to pass before the could turn a give chase
The trick to not getting caugth was "dont be last in que", they were usually the ones caught and booked.
Needless to say, it only lasted a few years before the Industrial Area had huge solid gates errected at the the entrance to keep us from having fun. Courtesy of the Police Dept.
Bugger that, we had to find other places, Port Botany was great !
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