And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
It wasn't really big in terms of displacement. It was 255 cubic inches (4.18Litres). The exhaust valve was on the opposite side of the head from the port so the exhaust gases have to pass through the block, strangling the breathing and adding extra heat for the cooling system to dissipate. The three main bearings (almost all V8s have five) were another impediment to high performance. On the plus side they were produced by the millions so hot-rodders could buy them cheap at any scrapyard and the flat head configuration was compact. Al_in_Ottawa
Flatheads, baby, My first car has one, it's pre-war. The radiator is about 4 ft tall. One of the consequences of all that cooling capacity is a very quiet engine, the noise surrounded by all that coolant. At a stoplight, I couldn't hear it running, if there was another car alongside. It's a beautiful-sounding engine.
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead He was vicious and a killer though a youth of 24 And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 more One and 19 more
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around Was an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in town He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red After Texas Red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead 20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip 21 would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet It was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death About to meet his death
There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today Texas Red had not cleared leather 'fore a bullet fairly ripped And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground Oh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
Big iron, big iron
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip Big iron on his hip
Songwriter: Marty Robbins For non-commercial use only.
Not thrilled with the modern dual action swing pedal hydraulic brake reservoir. Spoils the look a bit. Bottom end fragility was never their problem. The story goes that Zora Duntov (chebby smallblock designer) borrowed a '36 coupe from a friend and needed to get to some place fast and was amazed that the Ford was non affected with sustained 5500 rpm, so he built the Ardun overhead valve setup for flathead Fords.
Romantic for sure, but poor breathing and three-mains makes for flimsy output.
ReplyDeleteBut does output matter so much if there is a truckload of cool?
It wasn't really big in terms of displacement. It was 255 cubic inches (4.18Litres). The exhaust valve was on the opposite side of the head from the port so the exhaust gases have to pass through the block, strangling the breathing and adding extra heat for the cooling system to dissipate. The three main bearings (almost all V8s have five) were another impediment to high performance.
ReplyDeleteOn the plus side they were produced by the millions so hot-rodders could buy them cheap at any scrapyard and the flat head configuration was compact.
Al_in_Ottawa
Flatheads, baby, My first car has one, it's pre-war. The radiator is about 4 ft tall. One of the consequences of all that cooling capacity is a very quiet engine, the noise surrounded by all that coolant. At a stoplight, I couldn't hear it running, if there was another car alongside. It's a beautiful-sounding engine.
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Marty Robbins
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him, didn't have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business, no one dared to make a slip
For the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was early in the morning when he rode into the town
He came riding from the south side slowly lookin' all around
He's an outlaw loose and running, came the whisper from each lip
And he's here to do some business with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
In this town there lived an outlaw by the name of Texas Red
Many men had tried to take him and that many men were dead
He was vicious and a killer though a youth of 24
And the notches on his pistol numbered one and 19 more
One and 19 more
Now the stranger started talking, made it plain to folks around
Was an Arizona ranger, wouldn't be too long in town
He came here to take an outlaw back alive or maybe dead
And he said it didn't matter he was after Texas Red
After Texas Red
Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead
20 men had tried to take him, 20 men had made a slip
21 would be the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
The morning passed so quickly, it was time for them to meet
It was 20 past 11 when they walked out in the street
Folks were watching from the windows, everybody held their breath
They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death
About to meet his death
There was 40 feet between them when they stopped to make their play
And the swiftness of the ranger is still talked about today
Texas Red had not cleared leather 'fore a bullet fairly ripped
And the ranger's aim was deadly with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
It was over in a moment and the folks had gathered round
There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground
Oh, he might have went on living but he made one fatal slip
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Big iron, big iron
When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Songwriter: Marty Robbins
For non-commercial use only.
ME (!), singing that song:
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Not thrilled with the modern dual action swing pedal hydraulic brake reservoir. Spoils the look a bit. Bottom end fragility was never their problem. The story goes that Zora Duntov (chebby smallblock designer) borrowed a '36 coupe from a friend and needed to get to some place fast and was amazed that the Ford was non affected with sustained 5500 rpm, so he built the Ardun overhead valve setup for flathead Fords.
ReplyDeletebut with all said- don't they look cool !
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