axle 3:44: 1 ratio. The tranny is a prepped 350 and the motor a Pontiac 400 small block over bored 00:40. The tank was shortened to accommodate exhaust piping which also got an X-pipe further in. The car makes sense now for
its complete long name. 1968 Pontiac Le Mans Sport Convertible. The tank holds 11 gallons now. The body was good but as often the convertibles floor drains rusty due to water that has leaked in and remained under the carpets.
Lasse welded in new wells. He did not get the doors flush and asked Roger Isaksson for help to fit them in.
-That’s sledgehammer work said Roger and pounded on the Pontiac well up here.
We roll off on the narrow gravel road while the warm dust settles on the Cragar SST wheels.
The sky is blue and the t-shirt sitting on just for the polite sake. A day like this Swedes undress and let the rare sun get full access to the winter blubber. A narrow asphalt strip takes over and Lasse opens the roof. He has let the vinyl convertible go and instead mounted a canvas top. Pontiac rumbles healthy, stops, kneels and put the rear wheels in spin. It is easy. The engine is rough strong. Although Lasse changed to aftermarket brakes no pads in the world
would resist when the fourhundred takes a sip of gasoline and arm wressle the asphalt. Lasse releases the brake and the Le Mans hurries on along the land borders, driveways, shady corners and sunny straights. Firm and nice in the springs and bolts and rods and bars.