I was, alas, on the same D&M course (top student!!!!!) as Franko, and I don't remember it EVER being taught as 825 HP. The reason I remember it being 830HP is because I remember that each cylinder (830/10=83 HP.... I know that is simplistic and likely wrong, but hey!! whatever it helps you remember things on a course.....) was bigger than the total HP of my VW Jetta (75HP).
Regardless of this tiny example of picking fly-sh!t out of pepper (what's 5HP amongst friends?!??!), it was possible to go 100km/h (or faster, in theory) in the tanks with the German shift tower. Shawn McCrae (whom I bumped into the other day here in Gagtown.....he's a Veh Tech MCpl now) was driving one from ATP to WTP and coming down the big ass hill towards Sgt Ralph bridge area (don't remember if bridge was actually there at the time) he slipped it into neutral (no governing of engine that way) and let gravity take over. We were going so fast that: a) I thought that we were going to go back in time, b) we were going to die, and c) I was hoping that the track wouldn't break, because I didn't want to die next to Rod Crapper (Carper).
Ah, good times in Gagetown.
Speaking of tank war stories, and MWO Dave Corney (who is soon to retire.... he was mugged out yesterday prior to his retirement from the Reg Force (he is going to the PEIR after retirement): he and I were in a CUCV when we were in the QM (he was SQMS, I was his lackey). We were driving towards WTP from Telephone Corner direction when we got near Murphy Pit. A Meathead flagged us over and said "There's a big tank coming this way!!! Move off the road!!!!!!" We thought: "Psshaw!!! A tank!! Big freaking deal!!!!" Well wouldn't you know that there was a lowbed with a T72 on the back of it barrelling down the road. The driver was going so fast that he was doing the whole exagerated steering wheel left-right-left that you see when people are mimicking driving in the movies. Anyway, he cut the corner so tight to us that the ass end of the trailer came right at us, and the track of the T72, because it was overhanging the lowbed, clipped the cargo compartment on the truck. I, being the epitome of calm and collected, was curled up into Corney's lap, making my peace with God/Allah/Buddha or whomever would listen to my girl-like screams.
I'm glad I have a jammy desk job now........
Al