I was cruising Telegraph Rd. one evening around 1977 in my 1970 340 Cuda 4-speed - the car was a GOOD running 340 Cuda too. I'm cruising along & up alongside me pulls a 4-door 66 or 7 Coronet with 3 guys in it, the car sounds like it has a bad exhaust & it's ugly to boot - all banged-up & in primer - it would be beneath me to even race it. So I figger it's time to put these clowns to bed & blow them away - mainly to just get away from them. So we hit it & they absolutely WALK me! I mean, away they go like I was standing still! WTH???
