street racing stories..you know ya do it..

Well I was 16yrs old. I had just gotten my DL's about 6 months earlier. I was driving a 1971 340 Demon. I had gone to the local mall with my girlfriend. Well we had just about made it to the mall when a friend of the girl I was with, pulled up along side of us in his 1970 Mustang. Well the whole school had already warned me about this guy and his car. Everone in school told me his car was "way fast". He kept romping the gas and jumping ahead. Well I was trying not react. I had just started dating this girl (not to mention I had not been driving long). Anyway I made a quick turn and "got away". So we made our way to the mall and walked around for about an hour. Well when we were leaving we get in my Demon. About the time I put the car in reverse to pull out of my parking spot. I hear someone doing donuts in the parking lot. So I stop and look around. Well the guy in the Mustang is doing donuts and making a huge scene. So I pull out of my parking spot and start to drive off. Well he pulls up behind us and starts "romping the gas" again. Well we go to the other end of the mall and pull into a parking spot. Well he pulls up behind us and we get out of the car and act as though we are heading back in the mall. So the guy yells out "Going back in to shop, or are you running from a race?". Well at that point I said "I am not interested in racing". Well that didn't stop the heckling. So after a quick trip into the store and waiting for the guy to leave I decided that my girlfriend and I would just go get in the car and drive home. I told her "no matter what I am not racing him". Well I put up with his "romping the gas" all I could take. So when we pulled up to a light I asked him "Where do you go to race?" He said follow me.

Well the 10 minute drive to the area where they raced seemed to take 2 hours. My legs were shaking, my heart beating out of my chest. And I kept telling myself "man what are you doing you are going to kill someone and if you don't kill someone DAD is going to kill me when he finds out". Well I told my girlfriend this will be my only race ever because when we get back to school everyone is going to be laughing and pointing at me. And somehow during the trip out to race we seemed to have gathered a crowd of older classmates and the "race crowd". Well we finally made it out the the area where they raced. I had never raced so I said "when do we go?" He said " on the 3rd one?" So I was thinking to myself "Okay the 3rd what??" About that time he revs up and I hear the quickest 3 honks in my life. So he jumps out about 2 cars before I ever left the line. Well I thought "hes gone". So I leave the Demon down in 1st for as long as I was catching him. It sounded like the 340 was fixing to explode so I shifted it up 2 second and he is still out about 1 car but I was gaining fast!!!!!!!!!!! This is about the time we have gone an 1/8 mile or and we are coming up to the parking lot where everyone in the crowd had parked. Now we are pretty much even an the 340 has screamed about as far as second gear was going to take us and shifted up to 3rd and pulled past him and was ahead by almost a car and half at the 1/4 mile where a few of his "buddies" were watching. Well I could tell by the look on their faces, they were SHOCKED. Well after the 1/4 mile I saw the Mustang turn around. I had no idea what to do so I just let off the gas and kept on going down the road and went back to my girlfriends house. Well the next day I got to school. It was "just like in the movies". Everyone was talking, pointing, and whispering under their breath. Well I park and get out of the car. Start walking in to school and I am getting looks from people that I have never seen before and they are saying "way to go", "that was awesome", "man that was great". Well I had no idea what to do or say. I just said "Thanks". I liked cars before the race, but I was totally hooked and knew what I wanted from that point on. And, well I have never been the same since.