(April 27, 2022 at 11:27 pm)The Valkyrie Wrote:
I bought a '69 Camaro in '72. The street in front of my parent's house was repaved, not long after. It was June or July, and the part of southern California we lived in at the time was already nearly hot enough to melt asphalt, when the sun was glaring down. I backed out of the driveway and popped the clutch (327 (5.2L) with a 4-speed) and dug two 9" wide furrows in the new asphalt. My dad was not a happy camper! No ducks were injured in this display of craziness, btw.
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