My dad came home one night in a new 1966 Galaxy 500 two door with a 390!... He let me drive it the neighborhood all the time (I was 14) and we lived out in the sticks... I'd drive around the corner and then pull over and take off the air-cleaner, pick up my buddy and we'd haul ass all over the area... massive burn-outs and all that great sh*t --- those were the days! It had a huge holley four barrel, and I loved flooring it until the back two barrels kicked in! WooHoo!