Getting fed up of high-perf , being happy with less

Life is funny at times. From around 1976-1983 the friends I met while I worked at a gas station are all still living. I met them after being semi challenged to a street race. One had a high winding 283 in a 67 chevelle, one in a 1968 Camaro with a 327, and a 1967 mustang with a 390 in it, and me having a 1972 Duster with a 340 in it. All four speed cars. The friend with the 68 Camaro was a twin and his brother bought a 1969 Z28 Camaro with a 302. The 1967 mustang (bright yellow) 4:30 gears just rattled the glass at the gas station when he drove by the station. When I was challenged I wanted him first. I beat him and after the race had a hole in my bypass hose. Mitch had tape and we taped it up and drive home. The friendship we made that night still lasts today. For approximately 7 years we raced each other and out of towners 5-7 days a week. And two track days. Several others friends had nice cars but didn’t join our races. All these years later the 1969 Z still is owned by my friend that street drives it. The 1968 Camaro is still owned by the other twin but it sits in a garage. Mitch eventually went with a 428 in his mustang which I could still beat and he later sold it. Out of a crew that lived to race I’m the only one still doing it. Man we lived during a great time.