Someone wrote a book about that back inthe 70's
That Helga was sold to
buy my wife a new kitchen! She was a sweetie too
Total body off resto, GM black saphire, 2litre bored and stroked engine, 178hp net at the wheels, 1700lb racing clutch, dual 44mm Webber's, monza glasspac exhaust, hand ground and polished hemispherical heads, all on a car that weighed practically nothing
I used to love driving Helga around on Saturday mornings, smoking my pipe and listening to Mozart or Bach, and sneak up on unsuspecting punk bastridges in hopped up Accords and Integras with nothing but ashcan exhausts and 100watt radios whilst listening to BS rap music which gives me heart palpitations and intestinal issues, anyway...
I would pull up next to them at lights and then blow their doors off. They could catch up to me and ask what i had "up front", i would tell them the engine was in the back, first of all, and then I would lie
through my teeth and say it was stock
Don't mess with old chubby guys from Jersey