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While agree with the sentiment, consider that it's all downhill from there.
Never knew this one, but I can't forget the Fiat 850 Spyder of the late 60s. She was our class rival in sportscar club competitions. My fat fendered SAAB three-banger and I would ridicule her Mediterranean sex appeal on the ice, we could polish the pylons just about equally, but she ate us alive in hillclimbs. And could she scream! Baby Ferraris come to mind. That little four-banger turned somewhere north of 10K.Remember the Fiat Spyder two seater of the late 70's? Typically Italian. Beautiful car, but......."Electricity? What's electricity?"
Fix It Again, Tony
You go stuffing 2/3 of a Merlin into a rollerskate, what d'you expect?Early third generation GM F-body cars had an issue as mentioned.
Camaros and Firebirds mostly.
Also the 4th gen. GM G-body platform (Malibu, El Camino, Cutlass, Century, Bonneville, etc.).
All needed to either pull front left/right wheels to access #8 & #7 plugs or pull the front wheels and unbolt the motor mounts to access #8 & #7 plugs.
Some models also needed to have the exhaust manifold heat shields removed, too.
You mean as in the hot version of the Sonnet? I lusted after that car. Years later, one of my Iranian flight students had one, the slightly roomier V4 version, and offered me a ride. My 6'5" frame would not fit in that car, no way no how! My legs were WAY too long for the tunnels, so it was a choice between: (A) butt jammed up over top of seat, back against hardtop and face jammed into junction of windshield and glareshield, or: (B) butt down in seat, knees TIGHT against chest, with unyielding hard edge of glareshield pressing painfully into shins. Once sunk down in this position there was no self extraction. Took three strong guys to pry me out. And that was in the shotgun seat! Forget driving. Ahh, the pain of shattered dreams!My best friend's older sister's boyfriend had the Saab Shrike with the 3 cyl. It was that cream color. It was so weird it was cool
Me 3. A buddy's "dream car". Lovely exhaust note and it cornered like it was on rails.Fiat X1/9 or something like that? A friend had one and it was a joy to listen to when he opened it up.
ABARTH!!!!!Never knew this one, but I can't forget the Fiat 850 Spyder of the late 60s. She was our class rival in sportscar club competitions. My fat fendered SAAB three-banger and I would ridicule her Mediterranean sex appeal on the ice, we could polish the pylons just about equally, but she ate us alive in hillclimbs. And could she scream! Baby Ferraris come to mind. That little four-banger turned somewhere north of 10K.