I'm thinking I put too small a cam in my 360 Magnum...
And goodluck getting a 235/60/14 to hook behind 500hp.
Exactly; without traction aide, those will be roasting still at the Eighth mile., probably even on just motor, lol. Try to keep it straight..........
I've been running a 276/286/110 Hydro with .549/571 lift, on the street, since 2004. with OOTB Edelbrocks, that thing is still pulling at 7000.
She went 93 in the Eighth at 3457 pounds at 900 ft .
I think she trapped at 6150; well the tach was still reading 7000, since right out of the gate. Track official says the tires were still hazing at the lights,
325/50-15 BFG-DRs. Airport runway lol. 2.4x on the 60 ft.
I put those 235s on the front, cuz they're pretty good stoppers. and 245s rub on everything.
I think 255s is all the rear tubs will accept and you gotta center them.
Ima thinking Caltracs
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I got a story for ya.
At age 17, I bought a nearly new 1970 Swinger340 in late summer of that year. It was a 4-gear with 3.55s. The tires were like new on it.
By summers end 4 years later, she was on her Second Engine, second Trans, second rear-end, second alternator, third starter, and TEN tires were on the scrap heap, and the four on the car were bald again.
Without exception, that car was the most evil-handling car I ever owned.
On the Factory E70-14 Polyglass tires, that car regularly changed lanes with little more than a blip of the throttle; those tires were like driving on ice.
I think radials came out in 1972 IIRC, and man I couldn't wait to try those.
and man was I disappointed, so I burned those off in a few weeks, then got some G60 Radials on wider wheels. Still sucked. So I got me some custom -made slapper bars, which actually worked pretty good in a straight line, but helped nothing in the turns. I learned to be a trick rider, doing 360s in the middle of the corners, cuz the tires just let go.. But the learning curve was hard.
In 1970 I was going into grade ten. and there was NO shortage of passengers willing to ride with me. A year later, By grade 11, I had the well-deserved nick-name of "ditcher", and the only guy that would still ride with me was my younger brother.
He died about 4 years ago, but before he went, he told me some hair-raising stories, none of which I remembered, cuz to me, those stories were just everyday life in that car.
I loved that car dearly, but at age 23, I had my sights set on getting a wife. and that car was not gonna be of any help.
So I sold it.
