Well for one thing we didn't suffer from massive wheelhop like the BBChevelles did.
No, we suffered from massive wheelspin.
By later that summer I had a handle on that, and while everybody else was doing the bolt-ons thing, I kept wasting them with my pure-stocker. My secret weapon was custom made slapper bars, 4.10s,90/10s and getting rid of those skinny Polyglass Es . Good-bye pure stock.Yeah that car sent a lot of comers home.
Oh man,those were horrible tires. I got into so much trouble with those hard useless donuts.But I learned to drive those before they wore out. And a lot of passengers have heart-stopping memories. That used to be the fun thing to do in high-school; line up two or three skinny *** grade tenners and pass the hat for gas, then we'd go for a spin. Hyup, a real spin all right. They didn't call me capital D-Ditcher for nothing! Just terrible tires. Rule #1; always blame the tires. Or the fat kid sitting on the wrong side of the back seat.....Or, Quiet back there!, how you expect me to concentrate with all that yelling and screaming going on?! And David quit yer crying, I told you not to come! But his daddy had money and so he did, and so he paid extra to get tossed around back there. He always sat on the "wrong side", and never in the front!
Now I dunno about you, but no way would I have ever sat in the back, where I couldn't see Death coming down on me, no way! I didn't ride with my friends, I always drove. Well, now, there was this one guy, but he was a rather sedate driver. He had to be; one more demerit on his license and he'd be walking.
