Fom Brigitte Knadjl comes this great story!

In 1974 I dropped out of community college. I then went to work for my uncle in a photo lab in Elmont N.Y. just outside NYC. Since I had a permanent job my Dad co-signed a loan and I bought a used 427 'vette convertible for (I think) about $3,500. It was ratty ,but it was a vette and a big block so I thought I was all set. Wrong! the engine let go inside of a few months and once again my Dad stepped and loaned me the money to fix it. I went to local engine builder ,Vinnie Barone ( I think he's now a big time comp. elim. racer) and he built me a new motor for $2,000. Try getting that deal nowadays. Anyway, we out to Union turnpike to see if we could get into something. We towed the car out behind my friend's '66 Cyclone GT and found a good strip of road near my old H.S. It didn't take long and some guy pulled up with a nice '69 Chevelle. The usual B.S. started and we agreed to three races, heads-up for a small amount of money. The first race went off, my shifter screwed up and I lost. The second race I ate him alive. THE THIRD RACE--- we pushed our luck to far. Everything was going good, I was out about 3-4 lengths- then I saw the emergency lights from 3 or 4 cop cars coming straight at us! Fortunately it was a divided road with a raised median (island). I slammed on the brakes long before the end of the race as the Chevelle blew by me apparently unaware what was about to happen. I looked in my rearview mirror and saw the cop cars bouncing over the median to get us just as my friend pulled up in his Cyclone. He starts yelling about how the cops are here and how we're all screwed. I tell him we'll just hook the car to the tow rope and if they ask, tell them I broke down and he's towing me home. As the cops go screaming by us, we're hooking up the tow rope. They're so busy watching the Chevelle they blow by us. We tow the car down the road and the first turn we can make we take it-- and so did the Chevelle- and the cops. They had the driver sprawled up against their car, handcuffing him while we drove right by. They never gave us a second glance even when I heard the driver screaming we were the ones he was racing. AHHH! the good ol' days. The 'vette's long gone but I still remember and miss those days!