The '70-'73 Chickens were the one of the prettiest cars GM ever built... and at least by the time GM started the crap with the small-block Olds in '77, it was only available with an automatic, for the sissy crowd. Order an auto, you get the Olds. Order a stick, hey! A Pontiac engine! You can tell which is under the hood from 50 feet away: "6.6 Litre" is an Olds, "T/A 6.6" is the Poncho. They even used different shaker scoops; the four-speed cars' bubble riding higher.
68, I always thought it was Pontiac rods that were crappy... they were cast iron, instead of steel (except in certain cases). I will say this: that 400 in my Trans Am took more than its share of pounding, both while I had it and after (it ended up in a low-12 Grand Prix, if you can believe that). It ate the RH head gasket a lot due to bad machining, but I held 'er to the pin from slgihtly south of Pembine, WI to Amberg showing an indicated speed of 160+ (an actual 143 or so after I worked it out later) and an engine speed of 6,300 the entire time. There was this cop, and... never mind. He never caught me, even though I slowed and he caught
up to me. He'd have gotten me, too, had there not been a serious accident a few miles back to which he had to respond. He turned around, I floored it again.
I would never attempt that with a Pontiac engine today. Back then, I didn't know better... and if you know, it will happen. If you don't, it doesn't seem to.
That's another one for the "Jass Hole". 57 minutes door-to-door, from my parents' house here in Kingsford to a house off of Webster Ave a mile or so north of 172 in Green Bay... I never beat Freddy, though. He did it in under 50 minutes in his '74 Cuda...with a 318, no less. :doh: Gotta love those 2.76 gears when you're late for work. :dance:
The bastard also beat my T/A with his Shelby Charger, but only because we were both stupid enough to
start a race at a 100MPH roll.
How I'm still here, I'm at a loss to explain.