[Normy]

Yeah, I remember a house party I attended a few years ago up in Michigan. Two of the local rednecks [politically incorrect; sorry] had a disagreement as to the relative performance of their pickup trucks.

Party A: '90's 302 cubic inch Ford with a four barrel, headers, and 4.56 gears.

Party B: '70's 460 cubic inch Ford with an average axle and plenty of rust. And no mufflers to speak of.

Well, said parties arranged their vehicles on the street in front of the house, and a fire hose was wrapped around the rear bumpers. Someone said "go", and at 2 AM the engines and tires began to wail.
Yes, on a street in a subdivision.

-The result: I remember thinking "Yeah, there really is no replacement for displacement." That tinkerbell 302 wound up going up the street backwards at about 25 miles per hour, swaying from side to side in a cloud of blue smoke and screaming engine. I think it took out about 10 mailboxes, it was swaying so much.

I imagine the neighbors didn't care for the whole thing-

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