There was a Bad A$$ 69 Road Runner, with a 440, 6-pack, auto trans and 4:56 posi, that couldn’t be touched (this was in the late 70s). People would come from all over the place to race him and he never lost. During our senior year, he was showing off to the lunch crowd. He eased over the speed bump, power braked it a little and then stood on the load peddle. The throttle stuck wide open and he ran right into the side of the AG building…bummer. He never did fix the damage to it, and sold it off in pieces.
Ahhh, those glorious high school days.