kill stories

A long time ago I had a '68 Cougar with a 351 cleveland and a slapstick on the floor. That car was fast. My brother and I are going to work at my Dad's bakery at 4:30 and this Nova is pushing us to race, revving up alongside us. I downshift and hit it. He jumps on it too. I have him by a ton. By block two, I have a half block on him. I blow around a slight curve six blocks up keep on it. I am letting up because my turn is coming up as he comes around the corner a block and a half behind me with a cherry on the dash and pulls me over. He was an off duty cop who wanted to play and got beat so badly he gave me a ticket to piss me off. What a prick.

Last night I was on the way home in my Dart 408 stroker and an Old Chevy truck pulled out ahead of me at a T intersection. It was a nice looking truck and sounded good. I was just riding along normally behind him and he just takes off in a roar of exhaust. I hit it pretty hard thinking I am going to lose because I got such a bad jump, but it's a two lane road and I have to stay behind him. I had just cranked the timing up to run on the 110 octane in my tank and had full power. I almost ran him over. I had to hit the brakes, and HARD to keep from hitting him. I passed him in the other lane and goosed it to hop the front end a couple of times as I went past. That 408 is scary fast. I wish I could afford race gas all the time!