Mine was back in my senior year of school. Myself and two buddies were out cruising with me in my 70 442. We came across an old country road that had a single track burnout and we started seeing how long it was. We counted 10 telephone poles from start to finish and we looked at each other like.... HMMMM????? Back in those days I'd stop at a local salvage yard and grab two stock steels with snow tires on them just for the weekend fun. That went on all summer and got to the point the owner of the yard would have a few sets up front for me because he knew I was gonna stop in!!! LOL Anyway, we all looked at each other and said.. Why not? So we pulled over and between the three of us we could have the car up tires off and others on and on the ground in under two minutes. This was when we had a four way and a small floor jack in the trunk. We changed them and pulled back up to where the single track started and I had Mike line me up exactly with the start of the other.... I dropped it in low one and started out going slow at first then picking up a bit of speed. Told Marty in the back seat to start counting poles, counting them off at 5,6,7,8 and up about the ninth one I hit it into drive and nailed the throttle. 10, 11, 12, 13, 14.... That's when the snows started to come apart and had the tread slapping the underside of the car, hit 15 and just after before the tires came completely apart I let off and idled out of it. We pulled up the road and swapped tires out again and put the rally's back on it. Then we backed out and drove back to marvel at the site... I made the comment that night that I would of loved to be a fly on the glass in that dudes car when he came out and saw that!!! By the way, the old 442 laid posi marks the entire way that night and ripped the tread off of both tires, they were nothing but cords showing on both. Had I gone for 16 they would of both blown for sure!!! Man do I love the old days!!!!!!!!!!