58 Corvette
A 1958 Fuely. (Photo by Dan Lyons.)
—The February 2018 entry in my Tide-mark “Cars of the Fab ‘50s” calendar is a 1958 Corvette, fuel-injection no less.
Corvettes were still rudimentary at that time, a fiberglass sportscar body on an antediluvian chassis.
What made ‘em attractive was their motor, the fabulous SmallBlock introduced in the 1955 model-year at 265 cubic inches. (It wasn’t called “the SmallBlock” until after “Big-Block” motors were introduced by Chevrolet in 1958.)
For Chevrolet the SmallBlock was revolutionary; it turned droll Chevrolet around. That motor is still being produced, sorta. About all that’s left are the bore-center measurements. It’s still two valves per cylinder activated by pushrods activated by a single camshaft down in the block.
The SmallBlock was a major leap forward. It put Old Henry’s FlatHead V8 of 1932 out to pasture. Ford’s FlatHead was the foundation of hot-rodding, but Chevy’s SmallBlock was much more desirable.
It responded well to souping, it was cheap and available, and would rev to the moon. It was still cast-iron like most Detroit motors, but its light-weight valve-gear allowed it to rev. It was European in character, almost a Ferrari motor.
Pretty soon all Detroit was making their own versions of the SmallBlock, light-weight valve-gear with ball-stud rockers.
Ed Cole. |
Cole drove his engineers crazy. Short deadlines galore. They had to think outta-the-box, and they did.
The SmallBlock attracted hot-rodder Zora Arkus-Duntov. Corvette was only a sportscar wannabee at that time. The SmallBlock would make it exceptionally attractive.
Zora Arkus-Duntov. |
A ’56. |
A ’57 Fuely. |
And for 1958, Corvette fell for the four-headlight craze.
About the only thing desirable about these early ‘Vettes was that SmallBlock motor, and in 1957 fuel-injection was introduced. 290 or so horsepower out of 283 cubic-inches; one horsepower per cubic-inch, phenomenal for a Detroit V8 at that time.
A “Black Widow” ’57 Fuely. |
265 two four-barrels. |
Fuel-injection wasn’t electronic as it is now. It relied more on mechanical air-flow sensing. It wasn’t very popular. Auto mechanics were more accustomed to carburetion. FIs were often swapped to multiple carbs. Early ‘Vettes often had two four-barrels.
That SmallBlock motor was a siren-song. All through high-school and college I lusted after a ’55 Chevy hardtop with Corvette motor and four-speed.
A guy in a small department-store near where we lived in northern DE had one, the car pictured below. A ’55 210 hardtop converted from six-inline to 283 SmallBlock with four-on-the-floor.
He traded to a ’58 Corvette, a SmallBlock devoté.
Lust! (Long ago photo by BobbaLew.)
Moons, baby! (Long ago photo by BobbaLew.)
I was crushed. A ’58 ‘Vette wasn’t as attractive as his ’55 hardtop.
And his wasn’t the only one. Somebody at my high-school had one, a teacher mayhap. It was a navy-blue ’55 Bel Air hardtop with 283 four-on-the-floor.
Early ‘Vettes were attractive, but after 1958 I lost interest. Not until 1963 did ‘Vettes become interesting again. Zora triumphant: make the ‘Vette a true sportscar. Independent rear-suspension and great styling.
That’s the C-2, the ‘Vette that makes early ‘Vettes unattractive. My hairdresser got one after his wife died; ’67 with a four-barrel 327 and four-on-the-floor. Remarried he had to sell it. I was interested. If I had any idea my wife was gonna die too, I’d-a bought it. A classic ‘Vette, not what Corvettes became later, but the Corvette I always dreamed of.
My hairdresser’s ‘Vette. |
A ‘Vette, by comparison, was more a toy. Not good to hit the supermarket.
In 1958, age-14, I pedaled my junky balloon-tire RollFast into the parking-lot of a shopping-center near where we lived. Parked in front of the bowling-alley were three ‘Vettes, two ‘57s and a ’56. One ’57 was fuel-injection.
Suddenly three dudes burst from the bowling-alley toward the ‘Vettes. I quickly pedaled my bicycle to the exit onto the highway. I knew I was about to witness an event.
Sure enough the ‘Vettes cranked onto the highway, each revved to-the-moon; 6-7,000 rpm, maybe 8. Spinning drive-tires laid long stripes of rubber, and generated towering plumes of smoke.
I will never forget it! That’s goin’ to my grave.
• My wife died of cancer April 17th, 2012. I miss her immensely. Best friend I ever had, and after my childhood I sure needed one. She actually liked me.
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