Unfortunately, the big loser in the scenario described above is going to be the soccer mom with the minivan full of curtain climbers who had the extremely bad luck to be in the middle of that tight S curve Joe resto-Mod didn't see coming when he topped a hill about 20 MPH faster than his "It steers pretty good in a straight line" IFS was able to negotiate.
Now, in the interest of full disclosure- - - -some of the stuff that's rolled out of my shop would send an insurance underwriter screaming in terror and rolled up into a fetal position sucking his thumb! How about 500+ horsepower shoehorned into a 102" wheelbase vehicle with three different-sized tires, and a hunk of motorcycle chain connecting the steering wheel in the center of the dash to the steering shaft. Then bolt an inverted airfoil on top and do the "Go fast- - - -Turn left" thing on a slippery surface made up of wet clay and chert gravel in a quarter mile oval! Of course, everybody out there is a willing participant in the madness, and if the soccer mom is there at all, she's up in the grandstands cheering her man on, not sitting crossways on the back straight!
Jerry
