If your car could talk

I turned my 72 gold duster /6 into a 340 clone thanks to working at the local speed shop. I drag raced it at Orlando Speed world. It ran 12.80s consistently.
One night I won and I was so jacked I forgot to take the shoe polish off the windows that the markings for et.
The next morning my dad jumped on me while was still asleep and beat the **** out of me. Took the keys for a month.
Another time I raced the hottest stock car around a six pack super bee which I beat by 2 cars. About 100 feet from the finish line the law turned their flashing lights on. Me and the other guy were both ticketed for racing and the 50 or so people who came to watch were arrested for illegal assembly!!
Not to be outdone— After I totaled my beautiful 71 nova I bought a 74 Capri
With the German 2.8 in it the guy I bought it from had cammed it, headers, intake Holley carb, etc. I had been to a frat party at Stetson univ and was driving home at 75 drunk as a coot.
A deputy in a hornet amc station wagon peeled out after me so I left him in the
Dust. He had called ahead on the radio and at the road block there were two city cops a highway patrolman plus another deputy. They snatched me out of the car and threw me handcuffed in the back of a patrol car. I knew I was going to jail. They had an interagency
“Bullshit session” for an hour.
The came over to the car and the let me out and said get out of here UNBELIEVABLE. This was before computers in the cars because if they had been able to see all the suspensions and high point offenses I would have have been under the jailhouse.
By the grace of God I have fallen into many deep vats of **** and come out smelling like a rose.