My former C3, with a .030 over bore and worked heads, had a wet, 3 stage system, direct port. started at 100- 150-200 at the last stage.
This was a stock part L82. Forged everything. SS intakes and sodium filled ex valves.
The two 10# bottles, were in the spare tire carrier, mounted sideways with remote valves.
Lots of fun on the street. Lots of money. Only problem I had, was running out of chuckel gas on a run.
Better know what you are doing or you'll blow it, fast. BIG BUCKS, if you blow your motor.
Should finish up this Saturday. Getting alot of things done at once. Having the bottle installed on a temporary mount, so that I can remove entire unit at one time, and not having to drill holes in my car. Mount is being fabbed by Matt at BMR. Have to have something different you know. Starting with 100 and going up to maybe 150 max. Getting seat covers put on and lowering a little also, along with a shift light and line lock. AV is becoming my home on Saturdays.
My former C3, with a .030 over bore and worked heads, had a wet, 3 stage system, direct port. started at 100- 150-200 at the last stage.
This was a stock part L82. Forged everything. SS intakes and sodium filled ex valves.
The two 10# bottles, were in the spare tire carrier, mounted sideways with remote valves.
Lots of fun on the street. Lots of money. Only problem I had, was running out of chuckel gas on a run.
Better know what you are doing or you'll blow it, fast. BIG BUCKS, if you blow your motor.
Had 471 RWHP.
Ran 11.13 @ 125+. My best ever with that load.
Used a Grear Vendors, borowed from a friend for a few weeks.
Ever see a 6 speed T350? That was what it sounded like. Shifted as fast as any slush box could.
A fun car that I realy liked.
Needed room for the C4. Had to sell my bike and vette to make room. Lots of tears from me.
I'm starting to like the C4, more each day.
At least, Shirley, will ride with me and she can and does drive it, more than me.
Hard to replace an old friend. (C3s are in my heart forever)
I think it was all out on that last pass.
Another .5, would cost all street worthiness, as far as I was conserned.
I'd have liked to run with the 10.5 boys, but. no cigar for me.
Hey, after 5 long years of running this beast on the street and track, she was a good girl.
10 years of love and blood, was not wasted.
Only trouble with that C3, my honey, wouldn't ride in it. "It looks like ****!"
Which it did. Only the seats and paint were screwed.
Seats, due to cloth in the weather and paint, because I bought a buffer.
DON'T USE A BUFFER!!!! I had it down to the white stuff, in some parts and the rest was almost primer. AND, the Fl. sun!!
Looked like crap, went like stink.
They heard me coming, two blocks away. Hooker side pipes and no 4' tubes or mufflers. Lots of tickets for noise and stuff.
Every time I cranked it up, the cops arrived to watch me leave the driveway and presented me with a crisp peice of paper.
The judges, got tired of me showing up.
Too much fun, for an old fart like me to ignore.