While not exactly street racing, this thread jogged my memory of a funny story during a sad time....
I used to work after high school at a service station to pay for gas money, date money, condoms, etc
When I used to go home (in my '61 Stude Hawk) about 10pm, I had a stop sign about 4 blocks from my street that I had to turn at. Seemed natural enough that a 4 block hammer down run was just what I needed to clean off the spark plugs before putting it to bed .
Never thought to much about it...
Fast forward about 15 years.....
A very close friend of mine was a paramedic/intructor at a local volunteer fire department. He was tragically burned in a training accident and died after a couple weeks. Awful.
So, I was attending the funeral services, and there were a gazillion firefighters, and police departments there. Since I was part of the proceedings I was up there with the local department and stood next to one of my hometown's police officers.
We were making some small talk about this or that....
He casually mentions to me....
"So, do you still have that red Studebaker?"
My hair stood on end... I barely knew this guy (name recognition only)..
I said "Well, yes I do"
He laughs and said "We used to set our watches by when you came home... You'd run 'er through the gears, and go home...every night at the same time"....
Nuthin' happens in a small town that the police guys don't knw about
Jeff