Ok in about 86 my dad helped build my first sbc. 283 bored .120 over and 12.5 to pop ups. Started with a .525 lift and kept changing it as the car would die when dropped in gear. A stall would have been good, :lol: Anyway, at .488 it could be pulled into gear with the throttle held down and brake. I went and bought a stall and fixed it. At the time we didn't know squat about auto's. Anyway after me getting beat 3 out of 3 times with this new hot rod, dad says give me the keys and get in, I'll show you how to run it. The car had a open 308 and 350 turbo at the time. Anyway he gets on top of a down grade in the road and power brakes it until it starts spinning, runs it to about 6K and bumps the factory shifter to 2nd. The car has stopped spinning and seems to be running great. Time comes for 3rd gear and he bumps the shifter again, and the car jumps and starts smoking the tires. He's never let off of it, and steering like crazy. As the car starts shifting sideways down the road and I'm seeing the yellow line at an angle to the car. I look again at him still fighting the wheel and then at the shifter thats now in reverse. :shock: I quickly pull it back into drive and the car straightens and quits spinning the tires. He's laughing saying he didn't know it would go that far and saying "good eye" on the shifter catch. Now then we turn around heading for home and look at the damage. There is 2 perfect N50 tire marks for over 450 feet down the road. Until they faded away, everybody around tried to lay longer marks and wanted to know who laid them. It was always mine and his secert, as my car wasn't that fast. BTW both tires spun together with this open rearend and amazingly the 350 stayed together for 4 years after that. Now that is a memory
