Back when I was completely ignorant about cars, my friends an I decided we were going to make my 83 monte carlo cl with a stock 305 and 2.29 gears do a burnout whether it liked it or not. Because we're rednecks, we drove down a couple gravel roads and found a cement bridge close to our town to do a "burnout". With us we brought provisions because this was not gonna be an easy task and the car wasn't gonna spin anything without lots of help. So we soaked the right rear tire in wd40 and then sprayed the ground. Additionally, we added some dish soap to the wd40 on the ground just in case. I rolled the car onto the "burnout box" and then it was my friends' turn to prepare. Three of them positioned themselves on my right rear wheel well and I gave them the signal to life with all they could. I dropped her in to first, "mashed" the throttle, as if my poorly functioning Quadrajet could do such a feat, and the wheel began to spin ever so slowly. Progressively, it spun faster and faster. Now me and my friends were just laughing are asses off. We couldn't believe we'd actually done it. The sad, tired, and abused stock 305 with 166k was fully wound and screaming to its limits. Then it happened, we heard a loud bang and I immediately let off the throttle. I threw her in park and carefully eased back on to the throttle. An audible knocking was heard. We climbed back in and headed to a mechanic friend of ours. He diagnosed the knocking as a thrown rod. Boy was I white faced when I realized I had to somehow explain to my dad that the monte blew itself up...