The story on the Javelin race that broke my car

I feel sorry for anyone who doesn't have that memory of your first hell ride with your dad, I will never forget mine. I was about 5 in 1973 and he had a 71 Demon 340 4 spd, that thing was bad, we would roll out to some of the less traveled country roads and he would punch it from a dig up to probably 70-80. I was a car freak from then on, him and I talked and laughed about that our entire lives.