FWIW and reference. This 1964 289 Snake belonged to a close fiend. I was fortunate enough to be able to put more than a few miles on it. Reaching a destination in it was never the goal. Driving it was the goal. When it was time to shut it down, the reward was the smell of leather upholstery, hot Castrol, and tink, tink of cooling headers. It was modified with a Crane cam and Mondello heads while in his possession.