I've been sideways, backwards, in the ditch and worried about brakes at the end of the track a few times. Never had a blowout due to a burnout but likely came close a time or two. The best ones were just before lining up next to a friend and letting them admire the Duster's freshly waxed rear bumper. Happened a huge majority of the time. Growing up in a rural southern county, living out the movie American Graffiti was a way of life that we thought totally normal. For a couple years the Duster was the fastest car in the county and kinda like the old west and gunfighters, someone was always wanting to prove there stuff was faster. Back in '72/73/74 it wasn't unusual for a dozen of so cars to roll up to our country house, have a friend knock on the door in the middle of the night and announce so and so wanted to have a go. Of course honor demanded we provide the opportunity for them to be well thrashed. Lucky to still be here I suppose.
The Duster in it's current state on another site.
Life prevented the New Birthday Tradition described here
, but that little strech of vacant blacktop is just down the road and I'll visit it soon. Slideways here I come. Get ready.