That reminds me. Went to a Mustang Club Ghymkhana in Dearborn in '69 or '70 with my 'Cuda. (Ghymkhana = One at a time around a pylon course.)
My college buddy was there with his Mach 1, so I offered him a ride on my practice lap. Dumped the clutch & I heard this scream, "HOLY SH*T!" as I shifted into 2nd at about 50. Then just silence.
After, he withdrew.
I screwed up a bit in a hairpin & came in 2nd. & never had to hear about his Mustang again! 




