Car Features

A Seven-Year Love Affair with a 1958 Chevy Apache

Every year during my childhood, when my parents took their annual leave, we would make the long trip to visit him. Those visits were the highlight of my year. Not because of the holiday itself—but because I knew there would always be something special waiting in his driveway. My grandfather was constantly restoring old vehicles, and every trip revealed a new surprise. One year it might be a vintage sedan, the next an old bakkie brought back from the brink. Those memories planted a seed in me that never stopped growing.

Project Black Mamba – Building a Real Ford-Powered Capri

The Engine Decision – From Coyote Dreams to Stroker Reality

Originally the owner had his heart set on a modern Ford Coyote engine. And who could blame him? The Coyote is an incredible motor. But at the time, prices were steep, and the physical size of the dual overhead cam design created packaging headaches in the Capri’s tight engine bay. Reality stepped in and forced a change of direction.

A 25-Year Love Story: A 1956 Ford F100 Built to Be Driven

Power with Character

Under the bonnet sits a 351 Cleveland V8, an engine renowned for its strong breathing, unmistakable sound, and raw muscle. It delivers a perfect balance of classic V8 grunt and reliability, making every drive feel like an event. Whether cruising or stretching its legs, the engine runs smoothly and confidently — proof of careful ownership and respect for the machinery.

A 12-Year Home-Built Legend: The Story of a 1976 Ford Cortina 3.0L V6 XLE “Big Six”

From Family Hands to a Long-Term Vision

The journey began in 2009 when the Cortina was purchased from a brother-in-law. At the time, it wore a modest light blue paint job and carried decades of history. Rather than rushing into a quick restoration, the decision was made to do things properly—slowly, carefully, and entirely at home.

Springbok Rat - The Culprit

That line, from the launch edition of a hot rod magazine, could not describe this build more accurately.

The idea took shape casually, as most dangerous ideas do. Paging through a magazine in Wynand Nell’s workshop on 29 July, the inaugural SA SpeedWeek was mentioned — scheduled for the end of September. Attending as spectators felt like a missed opportunity. If they were going, they were going to race.

There was no plan. Just enthusiasm, experience, and a willingness to work long hours.

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