1964 Buick Electra 225 - The Last Hurrah

June, 1989 - Jeff, my little brother, hurt the original 401 in his '65 Gran Sport. I don't recall exactly where we came up with this living donor but it was purchased for a paltry amount for its still healthy 401. Well, we had to test it out of course before going to the trouble of yanking it out.

Test track: Quiet cul-de-sac.
Location: Colts Neck, NJ
Time: High Noon
Fuel: whatever was in the tank

	The test commences on schedule with moderate pressure on the accelerator.
	The whitewall becomes obscured in white smoke.
	As does the rear of the car.
	Not too shabby.
	Let's ease of the brake and let 'er roll. Looks like the rear package shelf isn't sealed so well.
	Eat your heart out John Force.

	I believe that's eclipsed the phone pole...
	...and the trees. Hope nobody calls the Fire Dept.
	In true funny car fashion, the cabin is filled with the aroma of drag racing. That's better than one of those pine tree air fresheners any day.
	The Wildcat 445 power plant has made its mark. I believe it'll feel right at home between the Skylark Gran Sport fenders.
	Geeze, we need to air this monkey out. Tire smoke seeps from every crevice.
	Still smokin'! Let's get it to the operating room as it seems to have passed with flying colors.
	I dub thee Electra GS!
	The operating room.
	Thanks to the old tank the Gran Sport will roar again. The Electra's transmission was subsequently sold for the purchase price of the entire car.
	From here, we cleaned and repainted it and plunked it in the GS as is.