When I was in my mid 20's I had a 340 duster that would eat 904 high gear clutches on a regular basis. Went to a party on a Thursday night, and gave someone a (sober) ride in the car. Sure as hell ate up the high gear clutch and started slipping.

Unfortunately this was at about 1am the night before we were leaving for a NSCA race in Cordova, Il. Went home, pulled the car on the trailer, and dug out enough parts to rebuild the trans.

Drove 7 hours to get there, and never even started the car up. Just pushed it off the trailer, and ripped the trans out. For those of you who've never been to Cordova, the track sits right on the Missisippi between Illinois and Iowa. One of the most miserable humid experiances of my life.

Got the trans out, rebuilt the trans in the pits, and got it back in for Saturday Qualifying. Ended up winning the race on Sunday!!! Can't believe I'd do something like that now... lol