Many of you have been crying foul over Derek’s work pattern regarding the Independence Chevelle, the star-spangled 1972 Malibu that he got running and drove home, an act that probably caused his guardian angel to face-palm hard enough to bruise. He’s messed with the frame patches, he’s messed with some of the flappy body panels, and he’s carved out what was left of the trunk floor. Or maybe he just started peeling it out like the skin off of an orange, we don’t know. But with his plan of turning the car into a burnout machine solidified, he’s certainly aware that more work will be needed in order to live through any kind of fun he might get to have. So, no more pussy-footing around, it’s time to dive deep into what was once an beautiful bronze Chevy with a vinyl top about fifty years ago. The tired-ass small-block and automatic needs to be liberated, then the front suspension is open for inspection and the forward frame can be checked to see if there’s any more work needed. And after that, it’s time for an autopsy of that small-block. Any takers on whether or not the camshaft is universally round or not?