Here is my P6 from hell story...Bill Cuda used to build Lotus Elans and became reputable in the Valley for his expertise, and comptete insanity as to the extent of the efficiency [ie cu in to horsepower ratios]... so one fine fall day I approached him as he was installing a rodded mil into a Lotus 7, he finally finished the job as I stood by BSing with him and fired 'er up and the torque shook the whole shop and my hearing became numbed as it fired for the break-in as a virgin/for the very first time...oh what a sound; so I asked, "hey Bill, can you do that to a Rover 10:1 compression 2000TC engine [fedspec]? "Sure." "I would need some cash in advance to build the cam and shave the head, bring it on...I will guarantee a compression ratio of 13:1 & we'll have Conrad there top the pistons on the miling machine too, Oh, you' ll have to go to the track at Lancaster for the fuel..." OK then its a deal I'll bring buckage short block & head all apart and you can start at your convenience...btw I have new pistons - matched set for the finale..." says I. And so this emerged and the EuroStyle 70 TC is rebirthed with some real muscle but in no way shape or form street legal...but so fast that on the way home three months later I blew off a 911 at Sunset on the backroads home into the Topanga Canyon off I5. Two years pass - I find another Rover guy outside of Lancaster. No, not Lancaster in the high desert of California, rather just outside of Lancaster, PA. in the quaint town of Strasburg, the guy had a traditional bank barn full of stuff, cars, parts wheels, TCs, 2000's 3.5Ses and plenty of space for more...John Schein was his name so I told him about the rod, not streetable but non the less, fun to drive should you dare to take it out back roadin on some moon lit switchback late at night with the beams off and only the low fog to light the way against the reflections of the fog-lines at the road edges...John thought for sure then that I was spirited in the Viking cause and offered a place in the back to launch the beast. Later, One night It was fall again, many moons since the beast's birth, I slipped out of the barn onto a gravel road, across the pastures and into the night I went - that night was like the legend of sleepy hollow, the roads I mean, no headless horseman even though it was near all hollows eve, but the car did warm up nicely in the cool air; a great mixture bleed through the modified HD8's and the roar of the motor sounded like my 3500 but more camy...twice as fast as it sped on.
