Oh man! To be 18 y/o in 1970.....The cars and music scene!?!?!?
It was an interesting time for sure ... I often think the 60s were the best decade, but the division also started back then.
You had greasers and hot rods (and lot's of fights) on one side, and hippies and lots of drugs on the other side, protests against the war and race riots. The music was great, but the Beatles also ushered in the drug culture.
I picked up my 427 Ford Motor short block when I was up at RIT (Rochester) for $300, is was a Holman and Moody seasoned block and the crank was trued (cut 10 + 20). Later had to make a tough decision finding a home for it ... a friend wanted to see me his 56 T-Bird with removable porthole roof for $900, but it was an auto, so I bought the 70 Boss 302 body (engine bearings had spun for the 2nd time) for $800.
427 Fords were racing motors, they had cross bolted mains and side oiler blocks, all the oil went to the bearings (you could not run a hydraulic cam). It is the motor Ford put in the GT-40s that won LeMans from 1966 - 1969.
I stuffed the 427 in the Boss body, along with hooker headers, solid lifter cam, 850 double pumper Holley, Hurst T handle shifter BF Goodrich Radial TAs (the first wide oval radials) and some bolt on slapper traction bars and I had one mean street machine. Unlike most other hot rods out there, mine also handled!
The aluminum intake removed a LOT of weight, FE Ford motors had huge intakes (the push rods passed through the intake instead of the head).
We had lots of brawls with members of the HUNS Motorcyle gang, as they had killed someone from our HS (and they tortured him). One time 3 HUNS came up to our hang out on their hogs and confronted me and my friend Goon (6'4", 240lbs and cut). Goon told them we were going to kick their A$$, and one of them said (inferring to the guy they killed) that we may be messing with the "wrong people".
I looked back at the guy and told him that if I rode a 2 wheeler with my colors on my back, I wouldn't talk that way to anyone who drove a car". They all knew my 427 Mustang would eat them alive, so they just looked back and forth at each other a few times, got on their bikes, and left.