Our latest project. 1969 Beach MK-5 C Formula car getting Porsche Flat 6 and the front beam is just to roll it around, but going bye bye, sitting between the 1973 Full Race RSR build, and Dad's Canyon Racing Corvette
The Corvette and our 356 at our Brea house at the mouth of Carbon Canyon. This is how it ran up at Mulholland and Turnbull. PS the 356 has tooled down Mulholland also, plenty of times.
Here is an idea of how wide of tire we were running. Close to scale. First C3 on 335/17 sized tires in the entire Country. Darn maybe I shouldn't have shown this picture, as you can see that we special clamp the rear spring which is a trick that we pioneered for superior and predictable handling. That gives us some tunability by moving the clamps in and out. Funny Guldstrand never worked on our suspensions, as we only used his shop for like dropping off a tranny, or setting up our distributor, or welding something or other. But we did use his parts.
With the NOS booster stages on the engine. Note Dick Guldstrands racing license in the picture. We were trying to crack 10.5 sec ETs in the quarter with it! 132 thru the traps with the small block. As you can see in this picture, we kind of got a little crazy looking for HP!
Engine in the current days, but we also got rid of the yellow overflow straps, the Holley decals, and the blue main body, and the valve cover added decals. Trying to clean it up, get rid of the 1970s, and the crazy NOS kits.
Out exercising it on the Fontana banks and road course with a Vintage Racing Group of retired racers running and opening ground on a Porsche Turbo race car, and Vintage race 427 Corvette on the main straight.
A courtesy ride for Dick Guldstrand! He enjoyed it! R.I.P. Dick! You can see they just came thru that u-turn section and it is getting hammered back out of that tight turn (wisp of smoke). You can see the car handles flat with like 800 lb. front springs and dual daytonas stacked in the back, as with the 17's, they protrude beyond the homemade flares, and we aren't worried in the least of ever leaning over onto the tires.
