My dad was looking at convertibles, so we went down to a Chevy dealer and picked up a 2002 Camaro Z28 convertible for a test-drive. It was an automatic, and no salesman went with us. My dad was driving for a while to get a feel for it, but he wanted to have me drive it for a bit too. I think he does this because he doesn't think it proper to throttle the car, but he wants to know what it'll do (he currently has a 97 Regal GS which is really pretty quick). So anyway, he pulled into a parking lot so we could switch. Well, I had a Corvette at the time (an 87) and was curious if the new LS-1 was really that much more powerful than the old L-98 (which had 345 lb-ft). As it happened, we were right next to a building I used to work at. They have a big, straight parking lot and there was never anyone there on the weekend. So I pull in there and line myself up at the start of a long stretch of parking spaces, I sit for a second so my passenger can prepare, switch off the traction control, and I just floor the gas. No brake-torque, no shifting into 1st. In fact, I feathered it a bit. Well, these massive 245 tires rip loose from the pavement in this loud howl. The car is drifting back and forth and I'm making little corrections. Each correction is bigger than the last, though, and we've now covered at least 25 ft of parking lot. There is a huge wall of white smoke building behind us and it is getting hard to see anything out the rear-view mirror. It seemed like minutes had passed as we cruised across the parking lot at about 5 mph. The car was gettting majorly out of control fishtailing back and forth, and we were beginning to run out of parking lot. So I backed off the gas and gently applied the brake. The view behind us was incredible I've never seen so much tire smoke before. I had to get out of the car and check out the pavement. I was quite impressed with the performance of that new Chevy smallblock. And it gets better mileage than my 87 did (well, in the manual Corvette anyway).