Somewhere at General Motors headquarters there's a rubber room with a raving lunatic engineer locked up inside. Every now and then, he escapes and designs a vehicle. He's probably the guy responsible for such epic failures as the Corvair, the Tempest, the Vega, and a few other colossal flops from GM! The Tempest was a particularly stinky one- - - - -half a Pontiac V8, with a timing chain that would stretch so badly that it wore holes in the timing cover, and enough of a vibration problem that it unscrewed properly-torqued bolts, plus a curved solid driveshaft running under the floorboard at engine speed to the rear-mounted transaxle. That one had to be the bat-crap crazy engineer's crowning achievement! Running cast iron plated pistons in contact with aluminum cylinder walls in the Vega was a pretty close second, however!
Jerry
