In '68 my friend's uncle drove up in a brand new 440 4 spd GTX, we were 16/17 years old. He asked if we wanted a ride in his new car. As we drooled we got in the car. I live in a port city and we have a large bridge (Corpus Christi Harbor Bridge). My friend's uncle drove toward that bridge. We were excited as he goosed it and the tires would break loose. We started up the really big bridge as he floored the car going through the gears. We were nailed into our seats as we drove uphill in a very powerful car!! It was great!! We finally got to the crest of the bridge doing about 120 (maybe more)?? As we topped the bridge we saw that there had been an accident on the decending side of the bridge. Cars were piled up and the traffic was stopped. As soon as my friend's uncle saw the car pile up he layed on the brakes. We skidded (down hill) for hundreds of yards as we approached the pile up. The GTX was sliding side to side and we held on for dear life. We finally came to a stop a few feet from all the stalled cars. DAMN>....Those were the good old days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!