We already know that old gassers are burnout machines. This '50 Chevy does one so big, it breaks its own driveshaft.

Is there a greater pleasure than getting hot food delivered to your sweatpants-wearing lazy ass? Yes. Getting hot food delivered to your lazy ass while you're in the middle of a massive burnout.

How many big-block Novas can you watch at the dragstrip before you get bored? In my case, the answer is "many," but Nova (and Camaro) Fatigue inevitably sets in. However, there is no such thing as Gasser Fatigue!