kill stories

This goes way back to '68 or '69 and its not a race I was in but...

Astoria Blvd, Queens NY. The highway is sunken about 30 feet below the side streets like a tunnel without a top, kind of. Races every Saturday night. Spectators by the hundreds would stand along the guardrail looking down on the action on the highway. Three lanes each way. The raging noise that got funneled up was intense. So there's two simultaneous races of three cars going west and three cars going east. Its like Ben Hur in the colloseum. Its so long ago I can't recall what kind of car it was but one flipped over in excess of 100mph. Cops, ambulances, the whole bit. When you're sixteen that kind of stuff is FUN at two in the mornin!

But after that the cops were out in force every weekend, giving citations to even the spectators and at one point even had the Fire Dept hosing down the 'track'. I don't know where the races moved to, but I'm sure they raced somewhere.

The good ole days.