Thanks everyone, will be testing some new things with this build, but will set it up similar to the race truck at the beginning as I know how that'll work. SoCal engine, duraflite trans, Suncoast converter, and most likely same twin set-up as the race truck with air to water intercoolers. Most likely will have N2O on it for NHRA racing (reduce smoke spool up). I'm going to keep it street legal and if the stars align, enter it in the Hot Rod Drag Week.
Thanks everyone, will be testing some new things with this build, but will set it up similar to the race truck at the beginning as I know how that'll work. SoCal engine, duraflite trans, Suncoast converter, and most likely same twin set-up as the race truck with air to water intercoolers. Most likely will have N2O on it for NHRA racing (reduce smoke spool up). I'm going to keep it street legal and if the stars align, enter it in the Hot Rod Drag Week.
Very sweet!! I'm jealous.
I loved my Elky; The "Gentleman's Pickup". I'd cruise down main street in Elsinore, and folk would wave to me give it thumbs up. The Elky and Rancho are actually the father of the trucks we drive today. Might sound odd, since it's just a modified Chevelle that can't haul much weight, but it has much to do with why we love today's trucks.
For the youngun's out there:
Pickup trucks were originally farmer's trucks and workman's trucks. It was a reverse status symbol. If you drove a pickup, you were poor, or lower middle class. Middle class and up drove cars, and their employees drove the pickups. If you drove a pickup, it was because your life consisted of hard labor and short paychecks.
There was a even a board game called "Dream Date" for young girls, and you lost the game if you drew the card with a worker and his pickup.
Up until the 1960's, they seldom had any comfort or style. Metal ceiling, floorboards, cheap bench seats, heck, you could hose down to the interior to clean it.
Then GM and Ford decided there was a market for a upscale pickup for the middle class. Out came the Ranchero's and El Caminos. Now you could buy a pickup that didn't advertise that you weren't successful and modern. You could take your girl to a fancy restaurant in your PICKUP and not look like a loser.
As they started to incorporate more creature comforts in the common pickup, the Elky's faded away. But you can thank them for your A/C, power windows, deluxe stereos, leather, and padded headliners.
Eventually, the stigma of the pickup faded away and today, the finest vehicles on a dealer's lot are often the upscale pickups. Yes, there are still a few who see anyone in a pickup as lower class, but who give's a fk what they think.
Very sweet!! I'm jealous.
I loved my Elky; The "Gentleman's Pickup". I'd cruise down main street in Elsinore, and folk would wave to me give it thumbs up. The Elky and Rancho are actually the father of the trucks we drive today. Might sound odd, since it's just a modified Chevelle that can't haul much weight, but it has much to do with why we love today's trucks.
For the youngun's out there:
Pickup trucks were originally farmer's trucks and workman's trucks. It was a reverse status symbol. If you drove a pickup, you were poor, or lower middle class. Middle class and up drove cars, and their employees drove the pickups. If you drove a pickup, it was because your life consisted of hard labor and short paychecks.
There was a even a board game called "Dream Date" for young girls, and you lost the game if you drew the card with a worker and his pickup.
Up until the 1960's, they seldom had any comfort or style. Metal ceiling, floorboards, cheap bench seats, heck, you could hose down to the interior to clean it.
Then GM and Ford decided there was a market for a upscale pickup for the middle class. Out came the Ranchero's and El Caminos. Now you could buy a pickup that didn't advertise that you weren't successful and modern. You could take your girl to a fancy restaurant in your PICKUP and not look like a loser.
As they started to incorporate more creature comforts in the common pickup, the Elky's faded away. But you can thank them for your A/C, power windows, deluxe stereos, leather, and padded headliners.
Eventually, the stigma of the pickup faded away and today, the finest vehicles on a dealer's lot are often the upscale pickups. Yes, there are still a few who see anyone in a pickup as lower class, but who give's a fk what they think.
Very sweet!! I'm jealous.
I loved my Elky; The "Gentleman's Pickup". I'd cruise down main street in Elsinore, and folk would wave to me give it thumbs up. The Elky and Rancho are actually the father of the trucks we drive today. Might sound odd, since it's just a modified Chevelle that can't haul much weight, but it has much to do with why we love today's trucks.
For the youngun's out there:
Pickup trucks were originally farmer's trucks and workman's trucks. It was a reverse status symbol. If you drove a pickup, you were poor, or lower middle class. Middle class and up drove cars, and their employees drove the pickups. If you drove a pickup, it was because your life consisted of hard labor and short paychecks.
There was a even a board game called "Dream Date" for young girls, and you lost the game if you drew the card with a worker and his pickup.
Up until the 1960's, they seldom had any comfort or style. Metal ceiling, floorboards, cheap bench seats, heck, you could hose down to the interior to clean it.
Then GM and Ford decided there was a market for a upscale pickup for the middle class. Out came the Ranchero's and El Caminos. Now you could buy a pickup that didn't advertise that you weren't successful and modern. You could take your girl to a fancy restaurant in your PICKUP and not look like a loser.
As they started to incorporate more creature comforts in the common pickup, the Elky's faded away. But you can thank them for your A/C, power windows, deluxe stereos, leather, and padded headliners.
Eventually, the stigma of the pickup faded away and today, the finest vehicles on a dealer's lot are often the upscale pickups. Yes, there are still a few who see anyone in a pickup as lower class, but who give's a fk what they think.