This is a Honda Indy V-8 racing engine.
If you look closely, you will see that it also is infested with snakes.
You know how I feel about snakes...
Even though I am a fan of American iron like small-block Chevies, big-block Chevies, Hemis, 351 Clevelands and Windsors, 440 six-packs, flat-head Fords, 409s, 455 Oldsmobiles, and slant sixes, the above Japanese mill is still cool and I wouldn't kick it out of my garage.
I bet I could drop it in between the frame rails of my cancerous '68 Malibu and have a real sleeper cell, or something.
Yes. It would be a far-out, real-world, hand-fabricated, non-factory, custom modification to do such a thing, and I would blow the doors off all the other imports equipped with phart pipes, whale tails, and neon windshield washer squirter thingies.
Maybe.
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