Dibbons
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Let's hear about your street racing days (hope they ended years ago).
My one experience: Circa Spring of 1972 (I was a Junior) I was driving my parents special order 1971 Road Runner to high school daily (Palma High School-Salinas California). I had already raced the car at Fremont Raceway where (with the open 3.23 rear end and 383 Torqueflite) it ran very low 15 second E.T's.
Somehow or other I challenged a classmate (Steve) who was driving a 1968 Mercury Cyclone 390 to a race. We agreed on a ten dollar prize to the winner. It seemed like half the school followed us out to Armstrong Road, which was a quiet two-lane paved country road with lettuce fields on both sides (don't remember if power poles followed the same road). Bill, the largest football player on the team rode in my passenger seat and a similar sized student (Les) rode in the Cyclone. Another student served as the "starter". I would shift the slap-stick at the factory redline of 5,500 RPM. Of course, although we were well outside the city limits, I was still very nervous about getting busted by the cops (it was broad daylight).
Since there was no finish line, we agreed to race up to a pre-determined speed-don't remember if it was 90 MPH or 100 MPH. Off we went, and the Road Runner immediately took a small lead and held it to the end! I swore never to street race again, too nerve wracking for me. (Photo is the same Road Runner I was driving-now stored with its fifth or sixth owner).
My one experience: Circa Spring of 1972 (I was a Junior) I was driving my parents special order 1971 Road Runner to high school daily (Palma High School-Salinas California). I had already raced the car at Fremont Raceway where (with the open 3.23 rear end and 383 Torqueflite) it ran very low 15 second E.T's.
Somehow or other I challenged a classmate (Steve) who was driving a 1968 Mercury Cyclone 390 to a race. We agreed on a ten dollar prize to the winner. It seemed like half the school followed us out to Armstrong Road, which was a quiet two-lane paved country road with lettuce fields on both sides (don't remember if power poles followed the same road). Bill, the largest football player on the team rode in my passenger seat and a similar sized student (Les) rode in the Cyclone. Another student served as the "starter". I would shift the slap-stick at the factory redline of 5,500 RPM. Of course, although we were well outside the city limits, I was still very nervous about getting busted by the cops (it was broad daylight).
Since there was no finish line, we agreed to race up to a pre-determined speed-don't remember if it was 90 MPH or 100 MPH. Off we went, and the Road Runner immediately took a small lead and held it to the end! I swore never to street race again, too nerve wracking for me. (Photo is the same Road Runner I was driving-now stored with its fifth or sixth owner).