Cruising to a party one evening a early 2nd gen Camaro pulls up along side me wanting to race. My bird at the time had a 1965 421, worn out lifter ticking smoker. Whooped his *** twice, when he pulled up beside me his passenger asked what I had under the hood. I told more than you can handle & smoked my tires & left him in the dust & smoke. Beating Chevy's is a pleasure!!