Big Block Chevy

The sun beats down on the Florida boneyard, reflecting off the weathered paint of retired projects and forgotten dreams. In the world of high-performance mechanics, every vehicle tells a story of an old mission, but for Cleetus McFarland and Squirrel, the story of the Summit Racing box truck was just getting a second chapter. After selling the Snatcher tow truck for ten thousand dollars, the duo needed a new business venture. The limo business had faded into the background of the 1990s, and the market demanded something more visceral, more essential: food. But in this garage, we don't do anything halfway. If you're going to build a food truck, you start with a massive 10.3-liter, 632-cubic-inch big block Chevy engine and work backward. Walking back into the weeds, the truck sat like a sleeping giant. It hadn't run since a high-RPM burnout session ended in a hard shut-off months prior. To the untrained eye, it was just a white box on wheels, but under that hood sat a fifteen-thousand-dollar Blueprint Engines powerhouse. Before the first burger could be flipped, the engineering had to be respected. The initial inspection revealed a mystery—the spark plug wires had been scavenged for another project. It’s the classic garage tax; if a vehicle sits long enough, it becomes a donor for the ones currently running. After reclaiming wires from a nearby burnout car, the real work began. Precision is everything when dealing with this much displacement, and even a simple firing order becomes a test of mechanical memory. Firing Orders and Distributor Disasters There is a specific rhythm to a big block Chevy. The firing order—1-8-4-3-6-5-7-2—is etched into the minds of anyone who has spent their nights covered in 10W-30. Squirrel rattled it off with the confidence of a man who has lived it, despite Cleetus questioning if a 4-7 swap cam was in play. When you’re dealing with an engine of this scale, an assumption can be the difference between a smooth idle and a catastrophic backfire. We hooked up the Holley Sniper EFI system and let the fuel pump prime, but the engine fought back. A violent backfire through the intake signaled that the timing was way off or, worse, something internal had let go. Diagnostics in a parking lot requires a blend of intuition and brute force. After a series of pops and failed starts, the culprit emerged: a dead distributor. We swapped in a fresh unit, aligning the pointer at noon and hoping for the best. The engine groaned, coughed, and finally roared into life, but the victory was short-lived. A mechanical clatter, a rhythmic tapping, told us the truth—the high-RPM shutdown from the previous year had left a mark. The engine was shaking like a leaf on a tree, suggesting a valve train issue that no amount of ignition tuning could fix. We weren't just looking at a tune-up anymore; we were looking at a surgical intervention. The Anatomy of a Bent Valve and a Stuck Lifter Dragging the heavy truck back to the shop bay revealed the extent of the damage. With the valve covers removed, the problem was glaring: an intake valve was barely moving. In a Big Block Chevy, when a valve stops its full travel, you’re usually looking at a bent valve or a collapsed lifter. This was a double whammy. The lifter was seized in its bore, refusing to move even under the persuasion of a pry bar. This is where the difference between a technician and a mechanic becomes clear. A technician orders a new block; a mechanic reaches for the welder. Ty, the resident welding expert, was called in for a high-stakes extraction. We needed to weld a nut to the top of the stubborn lifter to give a slide hammer something to grab. It’s a delicate dance—get the weld deep enough to hold, but don't heat the block so much that you distort the bore. The first attempt ended in heartbreak as the lifter body itself snapped under the pressure of the big slide hammer. It was a testament to just how seized that metal was. After a second, more aggressive weld and a series of heavy hits, the mangled lifter finally emerged, revealing a gouged bore that required some surgical sanding and WD-40 to smooth out. The One-Hit Wonder: Repairing the Cylinder Head While the lifter bore was being salvaged, the cylinder head presented its own crisis. A clear crescent-shaped imprint on the piston confirmed the valve had kissed the rotating assembly at high RPM. The valve was bent, preventing it from seating and causing the backfires we heard earlier. In a high-precision build, you’d send this to a machine shop for a full seat grind and valve replacement. In the world of Cleet and Squirrel, you use the "one-hit" method. By squaring the valve up and delivering one precise, heavy blow with a hammer, the valve was forced back through the guide and into the seat. It sounds like garage heresy, but when you understand the metallurgy and the clearances involved, you realize that the guide can sometimes act as a straightener. After the hit, the valve seated perfectly. We checked the pushrod—a quick "roll test" on a flat surface confirmed it wasn't a "pull rod"—and began the reassembly. We dropped in a used but healthy lifter from the spare parts bin, cleaned the "Great Walls of China" (the intake manifold sealing surfaces), and prepared for the moment of truth. This wasn't just about getting a truck running; it was about proving that these big blocks are nearly indestructible if you know how to talk to them. Baselines and Burnouts: The Road to the Food Truck Reassembly is always faster than teardown when the goal is in sight. We dropped the Holley intake back on, performed the "floater" technique to line up the bolts, and stabbed the distributor back in. This time, the 632 fired with a crispness that had been missing. The timing light confirmed we were locked in at 20 degrees at idle, and the mechanical clatter was gone. The engine sounded healthy, hungry, and ready to move the several tons of steel it was bolted to. But before this could officially become a food truck, it had to pass the ultimate stress test. Cleetus didn't just want a kitchen; he wanted a 800-horsepower mobile delivery system. To ensure the valve job would hold under load, he took it to the parking lot for a baseline burnout. The dually tires screamed, sending plumes of white smoke into the air, proving that the "one-hit" valve repair and the scavenged lifter were up to the task. Despite some smoke coming off the headers—which we chalked up to "varnish gas" and spilled oil—the truck proved its mettle. The plan is now in motion: a full kitchen build-out featuring a six-burner industrial grill and a mission to deliver food faster than any competitor. The lesson here is simple: respect the engineering, understand the cause of the failure, and never be afraid to use a hammer when precision requires a little bit of force.