I recently remembered a race I entered into in the late 90’s. This may be one of the only real races I’ve done on the street. My car was completely stock at that time. I was living in MI and some guys down the road I had gotten to know had a couple of Chevelle’s. They were beautiful cars that rarely saw the road. The father-son were in the garage almost every night detailing and playing with the cars. I asked how fast the 1970 was and the father told me it had never run the track but he figured it was in the 11.80’s range. He took me for a ride and while I had never been to the track either I knew my car was faster. I also new I was probably a high 13’s car. Later in the summer I asked if he wanted to run the cars and he agreed. There was a dead end road just around the corner that had recently been repaved and that is where we would race. Another party trailed along to watch the little 6 get its butt beat. On three honks we were gone and I was pulling immediately. By the time we hit 1/8 mark I was a good 4-5 cars ahead and the gap was growing. Next thing I see him hit the brakes and pull over with the hood up. He and the trailing car were deep under the hood when I came. Checking every wire as something was wrong the car just did not run right he said. I lived there for a few more years and our friendship grew but I don’t think we ever spoke of that race again and he never requested a rematch. Funny how those things happen.
Chad
Chad
