[JRSully]

My dad always had beat up "airport cars" that he would commute to JFK Arpt with, they got hammered quick and all the pilots would trade them on a regular basis and see who could keep their particular POS running the longest. He came home one day with a 66 Olds Delta 88. My brothers and I opened the hood and saw "425 Ultra High Compression" on the air cleaner. Immediately rolled it out of the driveway and melted the 1 rear tire right in front of the house. Spare went on and we got yelled at, next car was a 66 2+2 Catalina, even more fun. Those were the days...