I have plenty of stories, but this one sticks out in my mind...Back in
the 60ies about 6 of us guys would meet in this little town every Saturday
evening before dark, and go outside of town where there was a long flat
we could run a quarter with room to spare. We had the road marked with
lines..The local law was was a Barney (one bullet guy) and he said he was
going to arrest us if we did not stop that racing..............

He would take a drink now and then, so we bribed him with a 6 pack, and
before long he was dropping the flag for us, as long as the beer lasted.