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PART II: War Snake 2

As great as it was, I knew in 1990 that War Snake’s day in the sun had ended. Despite numerous overhauls, the motor had well over 1,000 passes on it, and the rust had not fixed itself as I had hoped. Besides, some fool was ready to give me $ 10,000 for it, because as he said " I am going to completely restore this car, and some day you will be shocked at the prices some of these old Muscle Cars will bring.”

What ever, dumb-ass. Thanks for the 10K. Enjoy your new rust bucket, er, car.

Later that same day I was passing a different used car lot, and spotted a forlorn looking 1983 Mustang GT sitting at the back of the lot. It reminded me of the fateful night that a car like this one won me $1500, put open daylight between it and Chevrolet’s fag ship, I mean flag ship, IROC Camaro. The engine was seized, and it, now an almost 8 year old car was beginning to submit to the terror of rust. I had a spare 289/302 block lying around from my 67 Convertible project, so it was towed to my pervert palace, I mean garage on Bergman street.

The usual black magic followed, but with a new twist. I noticed there was a huge amount of clearance inside these blocks, easily enough to accommodate longer connecting rods. The cylinder bores were plenty deep and a local crankshaft repair facility could easily alter the journal size. (Please remember, this is before you could buy a stroker crank made from pop cans from China for 99 cents.) Thus, the first stroker I ever owned was born.

The car’s body was as rough as ever, and it was off to the races again. Lucky for me, there had been a whole new round of suckers born for me to enjoy. That car made me more money than any other car ever had, but something was never right. It just wasn’t a War Snake.

Then, in late 1992, I heard that due to some copyright requirement, Ford once again had to produce a car called "Cobra" or risk losing the rights to the name. The name that came to my mind was "War Snake 2". The plan was for it to be my fastest car yet, but by that time I had come to REALLY want A/C.
The 1983 sits under a shade tree at the Jail Bait Compound to this very day.

By the way, I was bullshitting about a "Stroker motor". Who ever heard of such horse shit, anyway? Any one want to race a now 24 year old car…if I can even get it to start. Since it will lose anyway, I would like to give it the dignity of losing to a new Corvette, Porsche, Ferrari, or Lamborghini. Heck, I just sold a load of cattle and could afford a small, friendly wager on the race: say $10,000?? If you got the green, I got the machine. What is your big bad Ferrari afraid of any way?