Back in 1951 when I was just a little larvae, my father bought a 1951 Buick Special with a small ohv straight eight. I say "small" because it was 263 c.i. and I think the one used in the full sized Buicks was over 300 c.i. My father kept this car, and 13 years later when I first got a drivers license, I more or less was given this car to use. It had a three speed manual transmission on the column.
The engine had loads of torque. It was almost impossible to stall at a traffic light. You could put it in top gear, take your foot off the gas pedal, and the car would eventually slow down to around 5 mph, and just smoothly pull. I used to call it a funeral procession car (it was black).
All that torque also made it possible to drive around slowly in 3rd, accelerating as necessary without downshifting. This, in a way, was not good because it put a lot of stress on the transmission, which was a design left over from the late 1930s.
The engine had only one carb, located midpoint along the cylinder head. This meant that the end cylinders ran lean, and it was rough on the exhaust valves. Also, I remember my father suffered a cracked exhaust manifold, and I suspect this also had something to do with uneven exhaust temperatures out of the cylinders. My father was mechanically inclined, so he did his own valve job with the block remaining in the engine bay. When he took the head off, all the piston tops and cylinder head were a bluish color. This was due to the fact that he used "blue Sunoco" gasoline almost exclusively (it was typically 2 cents a gallon cheaper than the other brands back when gas was 22 cents a gallon). When he saw that blue residue, he became upset and never used Sunoco again. However, he loved to buy gas at the "unbranded" stations to save a couple of pennies per gallon.
I remember, with all that torque, the car was almost like an SUV in that it could be driven slowly over all kinds of uneven terrain.
When I was driving that car at age 17 and 18, I felt a little self concious in that all of my friends had newer cars. I eventually outdid them, buying a used 1964 Corvette at age 19 that went like a bat out of **** . But I still drove the old Buick to my commuter college as it was in a very bad neighborhood and I used to park it on a very uneven vacant lot.
Thanks for the memories.