I have a ‘69 Mustang, curb weight around 2800lbs and sporting 400 ponies (4:11 Detroit Locker rear). It is scarey fast! I haven’t taken it out on rainy days yet because it’s too hard to keep the wheels from spinning. Plus the front end is loosey-goosey.
The Daytona would be one wild ride!
I’m hip to front ends taking a nap on you. I had a ‘72 Chevelle with a 327, 700 CFM Q-Jet, custom headers and glass packs, posi rear, lift kit, all the niceties. Flogging the gas pedal would rattle every window within fifty yards. It could smoke a hundred miles of tread out of the hole, but the steering linkage was so sloppy, you only dared corking off on a straightaway. Dropped a tie rod once going eighty - that was fun. Idler arm ate a bushing once and I felt like I was trying to steer a bull in heat. After three complete front end rebuilds, I got rid of it. It was eating me alive. Corn chips and beer for dinner got a bit old after paying the garage two weeks’ pay so many times.
Next door bbq and beer drinking buddy had a jet boat with a If I remember correctly a 454 Olds. 2 seats, no windscreen, extremely hot crome exhaust about 2 feet behind your head. Sunrise on some northern Ca reservoir, not a ripple on the water and just floored it. Woke every camper for miles. I have no idea how fast we were going and I don’t think I ever want to know.
One time we almost hit a deer swimming between shores. Just flashed by antlers and all.
Just one of those moments engraved in your brain.
Sheer adrenaline rush before breakfast.