I left Dec 90 for my 1 year prison stretch with alcohol privileges…. (Shemya). In the spring of 91 after being released we took the ole Mirada to the track for the first time (minus the 6pak) LD340 and ebrock 750 iirc and ran 13.8 so it’s pretty safe to say I was 14s on the streets up there lol. The memories fade but I mostly remember racing a guy on base with a brown 4dr Malibu with some mild mods. The downtown group I’d tangle with often was “cowboy” driving a sbc brown olds cutlass supreme and an elcamino that a guy that worked at the gas station in Hooterville ran. I’d walk the Malibu and elcamino, but that Olds would kick my azz everywhere. The brothers with the Falcon and the yellow Fairlane as well as Joren were out of my league. There was also Kyle with the silver chevelle who at the time seemed stellar fast. Nothing more cool than Korey’s Chally coming up behind you with those offset carbs sticking through the hood. Another cool ride was Kevin Fetzers blue Demon. Did a few stop light stomps with him…. friends on FB and met up with him in Vegas when he was attending SCSN a few years back…. he still has that Demon. Ken Chase…. interesting story about rolling up to a light on broadway really late at night. Believe he was wheeling that bronze small block Cuda that he purchased from John Lochtowe (John and Joe (rip) we’re pretty good to me). Light turn green and the stomp was on.. and cops. I took a right, he took a left…. believe we both got busted as I seemed to remember him having to face the man at the base. I just remembered being nervous about the whole ordeal but nothing came of it at base and when I went to pay the fine it was like $100 lol. Those Minot days were fun, on a couple occasions I remember being out on Pour Farm road until it started getting light in the east and then we’d all head to Schatz’s for breakfast…. Great times. In the summer of 91 we had a Top Gun kit on the 340…. and I borrowed my dads Suburban and a buddies trailer and we headed to Minot. We off loaded on north hill at John and Joeys shop (Country Automotive Specialists)…. John was actually there getting a modified ready for a race at the fairgrounds that night. Now mind you we just showed up and cruised around. Nothing much was happening so we went it the stock car races. After that we hit broadway…. and our first victim. 80ish Firebird…. met at the by-pass and armed the bottle and never had to hit the switch…. went back to town and ended up at, ahhhhh you know it Sean, the Taco John’s on south broadway. It was well after midnight when cars started pealing off heading south towards pour farm road…… at this point the two guys that travelled with me were beside themselves…it was like real day American Graffiti ****! We got out pass the curves and probably raced for three hours. I met up with the el Camino again and took care of business, and got to race Kyle… squeezed the daylights out of that iron head 340 and took him!! Good times!