Was racing a Monte Carlo in my '96 Impala SS down in LA, on that long bridge that runs over the swamp on I-10. (Headed to TX from MS). I was hitting about 120ish when I swear the damn front end felt like it was coming off of the ground. Not to mention I was running bald ass front tires. I got scared and let off.. I didn't want to blow a tire and be gator food... I think I left finger marks in the steering wheel that day.