So you were John Milner for a day, huh? One of the most stupid things I have ever done was in about 1972. When I married my wife she had a brand new 68 Mustang coupe, 289 C4. In 71 I transplanted the complete drivetrain from a 70 Mach I into the car.........351 Cleveland, toploader four speed, and nodular 9 inch rear. The engine got headers, cam, aluminum intake, good ignition, and a 780 Holley. The transmission got a Ram shifter and the rear went to 4:88 gears. I ran M and H slicks on it , sometimes on the street. It was a solid mid 11 second car.

My wife was an RN and worked night shift at a local hospital, so one night I put Dan and Don who were about 18 months old into their carseats in the back of the Mustang and took their Mom to work and dropped her off. We were on the way home on a four lane street and a vette pulled up next to me at a light......he was wearing either 396 or 427 flags (I forget which) and he started revving his engine. When the light turned green I buried it and by the time I hit 3rd he was looking at my 6 taillights. (ok, Mustangs only have 2, but there was this Beachboys song and .............)

The dumb part about this is that I totally forgot the Kids were strapped in the back seat, and when I looked in the rearview mirror I saw 4 eyes the size of saucers looking at me. I shudder to think about what could have happened, but I think that was the day they became gearheads,

We never told Mom about that little story.

Don