OOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPSSSSSSSSSSS and yet another annoying story from the old days. When I was stationed at NAS Miramar, (70-74) I "knew" a guy from one of the squadrons everybody called "speed." Hell I never even knew his name. He had a ?? 63-4-5 Corvette ragtop. One day I saw it in the auto hobby shop, where I worked part time, and he was pulling the engine. The rear of the car was ALL FU. Bent up the frame, etc. He said he was "coming to the base" on Miramar road, and spun it on the wet night dew and crashed into a pole. (That WAS his story). Sitting in the next stall was a sun faded, but straight, bone stock 55 post with a six. He was putting the 327/ 4 speed into the 55.