Look, two of the old man's Darts were 225s and maybe that rickety ol' rig w/could catch 'em, who knows. It did in Hollyweird, but... :o)
The 340 wedge w/ the 727 OTOH, no way Jose'.
That car flew, was a real rocketship.
Until the neighborhood cop came over one evening, told my old man he'd best get a handle on me else he was going to have lawyer fees. Never drove the car again from that point, forward.
Of course those were the days when IF a cop, neighbor, teacher, hell's bells ANYONE came & complained to my pa about me? It was simply understood I'd be in a world of hurt. And in that last instance? Walking. LOL