I had a 78 Chevy truck I pieced together out of spare parts. I took it to the track one night for a "run what ya' brung" night. I broke down on the way there and got to the track late. I jumped in to the staging lanes with my tools and air tank in the front seat floor with me. I pulled up next to what sounded like a pretty healthy 3rd gen Camaro with open headers.
The tree came down and I mashed on the throttle. I smoked the tires to about half track and stayed wheel to wheel with the Camaro. I got back to the staging lanes and started to hand the tools and air tank over to my now, ex-wife.
The guy comes running up to me in the staging lanes and said,"What the he!! is in that thing?! I couldn't lose you and you were smoking the tires 'till halftrack!!"
I popped the hood to let him see. He asked, "what is that?"
.....a 472 Cadillac with some work done.
As soon as I said that, the front of the truck was buried in people trying to get a look at it. So much for my "secret weapon"