A bit of a story here. In a
thread in HiPo, we were talking about "Horsepower sells cars, torque wins races," or breaks the weakest drive-train member. Once, long ago before I knew anything much, I bought a '53 Stude Lowey coupe powered by a 392 Chrysler hemi and Torqueflite trans. It would easily smoke the 6.70 x 15 street tires. My buddy came up with a pair of 9" slicks mounted on Mickey Thompson Wheels that were too pretty to resist. With those mounted, the car made one run out in front of the house of about 20 ft. before the rear end blew. We were able to hand-push it back into the garage.
I got my draft notice the next week and sold the car to said buddy. He still owes me a hundred bucks but was drafted a month or after me and never made it back from The Nam. Having lived to tell the tale, I played "Taps" today for our town's Veteran's Day service and thought of him as I listened to that high G echo from the trees across the street. The Stude frame never complained or at least never got the chance to; nor did Johnny.
