...then there was the kid circa 1980-83 that rebuilt the 289 in his light blue 66 mustang notch every winter.
...and every spring he would take it out for a test drive...
...and like clockwork it wouldn't run just right and he would HAMMER the throttle, flooring it repeatedly many, many times until it finally blew up.
Then he'd push it back in the garage and we'd see him again next spring.
