one of my best memory,s involving a bit of hp,
thats easy, I had built a 1968 vette, in the mid/late 1970s with a full roll cage, a dana 60 rear and 4.11 rear gears and a m21, and a 13.7:1 cpr 496 bbc engine with crower injectors at the time.
I wanted to go to the track, to play with the car, and my buddy wanted to go also, so Id asked a buddy with a pick-up truck to transport my slicks, floor jack, tools etc. and follow me, as I carefully cruised in top gear at about 45mph to the track, on street tires,about 1/2 way to the track a yellow big block 454 1970 chevelle pulls up next to me , starts doing the lets run sucker dance, reving and lunging, letting off etc., I had no desire to street race but there was no one else around, it was a long strait highway, and I was only 26, so when he just let off the forth time... I knew Id have no traction, so I eased into the throttle just enough to start the car to accelerate and waited till he started to pass...........at about 60mph, as he pulled even I nailed it, the rear street tires turned to smoke and that continued, up to about 100mph plus, I lifted at 130mph, with the chevelle well to the rear....he followed me to the track, we talked and he could not get over the smoke boiling from the tires and LOOOOONNNNNGGG black highway stripes.......silly but destroying street tires ...that made me feel good, even thou it was no trick to destroy street tires with that corvette.
It ran consistent 10.25/137mph times and traction was a problem even with slicks, a tubed rear and a 4 link.
you eventually develop a "FEEL " for the car and understand that there lots of things you can,t get away with driving like a fool on,like wet roads and gravel , driving a car with that kind of power means you have to exercise a great deal of judgement and restraint, and you get that from experience , when you screw up, but in my case I got tired of driving a car that almost always seemed to attract a police tail after a few minutes even if I drove it like I had a gallon of nitroglycerine on the passenger seat, injector stacks,sticking out of a corvette hood and a loud rhythmic rumble from the exhaust seems to attract morons and cops like a magnet