Small town cop in an adjoining town to ours had a Dodge with a big Hurst 4 speed shifter poking out of the floor. The Sheriffs in some of those small towns were able to convince the city fathers they needed high performance pursuit cars. He would never tell us what was under the hood, but we sort of knew it was a 426 max-wedge.

One night I am racing another GTO in my tripower '66, and as we leave the line on the 4 lane we see this cop in his Dodge coming the other way. He hits the lights and I take off. I am running flat out, not one more mph left in the Goat, and the speedo is pegged below the 120 mark, so I am doing about 130. My buddy in the passenger seat tells me I better get moving because the cop is gaining on me. All I could do was watch his headlights getting closer to me as I was trying to escape. Finally, I saw a two lane road turn off of the 4 lane and flipped onto it. I finally was able to get away, but only because the GTO cornered better that that big Dodge. If I had stayed on the 4 lane he would have gotten up to me for sure. I still have a whole lot of respect for Mopars.

Don