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A few friends and I used to spend spring breaks camping at a place called Turtle Mound, south of New Smyrna Beach. One of the guys left his brand new 1968 442 sitting on the beach when we all jumped in the buggies to ride up to Daytona to party one night. When we got back to camp, the tide had made it in there was a 1968 442 floating up on each incoming wave. The car would rise on each wave and at the top of the rise, the horn would honk and the lights would flash as the salt water had encroached already into the wiring harness and shorted everything out. A really eerie sight. Along with a huge recovery bill from a tow truck that vehicle was ruined. Some of the internals if not accessible to water would have been ok but the rest was trashed.