1967 PORKCHOPS FORD SCARELANE
GMP#6004
LIMITED EDITION
ONE OF ONLY 1000
RARE VINTAGE AUTENTHIC REPLICA
FLAT RED OXIDE PRIMER EXTERIOR,
AUTHENTIC ‘67 FAIRLANE EMBLEMS
OPENING HOOD, DOORS, TRUNK
WORKING SUSPENSION, ROTATING SHAFT
METICULOUSLY REPLICATED WIRED ENGINE, BRAKES, STACKS AND EXHAUST, SERIALIZED CHASSI
DRAG TIRES AND SLICKS ON RACE WHEELS,
BLACK INTERIOR, HIGHLY DETAILED DASH BOARD, ROLLING FRONT WINDOWS, FOLDING BUCKET SEATS, FABRICK SEATBELTS WITH ETCHED BUCKLES.
MINT, NEW, IN THE BOX, TAKEN OUT ONLY FOR PICTURES
DOESN’T REALLY GET BETTER THAN THAT.
GMP ALSO GAVE IT THE STORY OF THE NAME ON THE BACK BOX PANEL.
An insurance salesman, just outside of
The big block powered Ford served as a daily driver for
about 4 years making trips to the grocery store and daily commutes to the
office.
One day the owner left it running in front of a service station while
buying the morning newspaper.
Two misguided youths saw an opportunity and
pulled out a gun. They robbed the service station, stole the awaiting Fairlane
and made a fast getaway.
The car was found a week later in very bad shape,
badly dented, 2 flat tires and a blown motor.
The owner, devastated, towed the ol' Ford home where it sat in his backyard for
many years.
Over time, the car became a home for family of squirrels; target
practice for young kids wielding sharp stones, and fell victim to a large patch
of Kudzu.
One day, in response to an ad for a 1967 Ford Fairlane, the car was
sold. For a mere $500 an interesting fellow we all know as Pork Chop was now
the new owner!
Pork Chop took the Fairlane back to his shop where it sat for
about another year until he could figure out what to do with it.
One day while PC
was sitting outside with his cousin Beau, sipping on some of his famous
honeydew vine water, they started talking about what to do with the neglected
Fairlane.
Imaginations ran wild! All kinds of ideas were thrown about and all
kinds of parts were dug out, including a church organ-looking type of induction
system.
The conversation quickly turned into a heated argument, which ended up
in a wager that Pork Chop couldn't make his crazy idea work.
PC started on the
Fairlane that night determined to make his wild induction system work on the
big block 427 he rebuilt. The body was straightened and primered.
With a set of
wheels, slicks and a modified suspension, the drive train was ready to be
installed.
Once the motor and transmission were in the car was ready to be
started…or was it.
PC turned the key and it just cranked over and over but just wouldn't start. He
was sure it was set up right but it just wouldn't start.
Well Pork Chop pushed
the Fairlane outside the shop that night to make room to work on customer's
cars.
As it got later, the weather started to change, clouds rolled in and
suddenly it began to rain hard. Then it began to thunder and lightning and
there was just an eerie feeling in the air.
As PC went to look outside the shop
a huge bolt of lightning seeming almost like giant electric fingers struck the
Fairlane!
All of a sudden the velocity stacks atop the 427 big block motor
sucked in gulps of cool air and the motor screamed to life as the mufflers did
all they could to hold back the brutal, almost evil sounds that burbled from
the Fairlane's exhaust pipes. Slowly Pork Chop walked over to the roughly idling Fairlane and eased himself
into the front seat.
One blip of the throttle and again the engine roared like
nothing he'd ever heard before. PC wide-eyed, sweating, borderline scared to
death, only managed to say two words,
“It's Alive!”. He took his “monster” out
to the main road for a test drive. He mashed the throttle and the front of the
car came off the ground, must've been at least 2 feet he figured.
It launched
like nothing he'd ever driven before. He almost soiled his overalls. After
driving the car and being half scared to death, PC noticed that the car seemed
to have a mind of it's own, quirks that he just couldn't explain. Word gets
around easy in Pine Sap and nobody but Pork Chop dared to even sit behind the
wheel.