I remember going to my local Chevy dealer in the early 60's with a wealthy friend to order his high school graduation present.
He checked all the goodies, big motor, injection, Duntov cam rear axle ratio, you name it he got it. Those were the days - for a few.
After breaking it in, something we did in those days, we went drag racing on country roads. Slicks were the order of the night.
What fun! Young and stupid and gonna live forever. Some didn't.