I’ve admitted in the past that I have a fascination with one particular car build: a flat-black beater small Ford that can tolerate all of the abuse I could ever throw at it with a screaming small Ford soundtrack playing. Usually I picture a Maverick or Mercury Comet because the car that inspired this car was a 1973 Comet GT that I learned the finer points of sideways driving on, but this 1978 Mustang King Cobra just may have given me a different form of inspiration. The King Cobra was a toothless snake, and really wasn’t much else past tape stripes in the finest respects of being a Decal GT kind of ride. But it can swallow a V8 just fine since Ford learned that the Mustang faithful were not happy with just a V6, and a stout small-block will wake one of these up and make it respectable. In this case, a 351 Windsor yanked from an old Police Interceptor was jammed into the engine bay, hooked up to a four-speed and one of the snottiest exhaust notes I’ve heard in a while, and handed off to a Canadian who seems to have some anger issues to work out with the car. He doesn’t make the Deuce sing, he makes this thing scream to the heavens as he canes the hell out of the engine.
If this Deuce is still alive, can I borrow it for a bit? Some redline therapy sounds pretty good right about now.
Never enough!