I remember my worst one…. It was in 1988 and I was in Panama City Florida with my 86 T Type during spring break. I had just finished cruising the strip and dropped my buddy off at his 280zx . It was about 2 am and a truck load of drunks pulled up beside me at a red light yelling “Run it” Let’s go” “come on!” There was at least 3 in the cab and maybe six or seven in the bed of this mid/early 80s short box regular cab Chevy. I figured this will be over in a hurry so I was laughing when the light turned green. Well, it was over in a hurry because that truck just walked off and left me like I was in reverse. The only bright side was that one of the girls in the back of the truck took off…well let’s say she made losing the race “ bearable”
The only thing I can figure it was a nitrous feed big block. Glad my friends didn’t see it! I have always keep that one to myself.