In 1966 my Dad purchased a brand new Mercury Comet Cyclone GT. It was all black with white racing stripes and had a large 390 high performance motor.This car was his baby. He cleaned it so much he rubbed the paint off of it. He also liked to run it wide open which got him into a little trouble. One day he decided to show off for his cousin who was riding with him. He mashed it to the floor and the wheels began to squeal.Little did he know there was a cop watching.Once the cop caught up with him he was given a ticket,but first the cop measured the rubber strip he left behind. It was a whopping 114 yards. Now thats what I call pure power. Sadly in 1976 he had to trade his baby in on a Ford Pickup Truck.