Not my swap, but a buddy at work is retrofitting a Chevy Corvair (yes I said Corvair) with a blown MOPAR big block!! Don't hit me! I'm just a messenger!!
Try to guess the year?
My buddy asked me to check out a '71 Cuda he was looking to buy. From a half block away, it looked pretty bitchin'. Metallic midnight blue, all jacked up with bigassed tires out back and skinnies up front, on centerlines. Two velocity stacks sticking through the hood. You know, typical white trash Hot Rod of the era.
Every foot we got closer, he got more excited and I felt.... well, violated, for lack of a better word. While I wanted to turn around and leave, he was absolutely giddy. Already out of my car and poking his head into every open hole in the Cuda... and there were a lot of them. Holes in the hood, holes in the roof (dual flip-up sunroof), holes in the holes (louvres everywhere).
The hood itself was an abortion of the highest standard. Purely speculative on my part, but imagine three different owners.
The first owner was obviously handicapped, maybe a hook for a hand, but he somehow managed to graft an L88 scoop to a stock hood of questionable integrity.
Soon traded for livestock to an inbred cousin. The apparent owner of a louvre press.
One industrial accident later, inherited by the gimps twin brother, who come from Louisiana with a big block on his knee (freshly plucked out of the family fan boat). What's two more holes? Big un's, for the shiney air funnels on top.
Wallah, a finely buffed turd for all to behold. Minus the buffing. Possibly painted with a roller. The kind for popcorn ceilings.
Oh, forgot to mention, the big block was a 460.... As in.... Ford. And the rims weren't Centerlines either, rather Keystones from Big O.
Despite my every objection, my idiot friend bought that car.
Still see that friend practically every day of my life, but can't say that I ever mentioned that car again. Might have seen it twice in my entire life. I should ask him what happened to that thing.
Nah, some things are better left unknown.