Street racing your fave place...(in the past !)

In the early seventies my town was about 7,000 people population. On Saturday night 2nd street, the main cruise and part of a highway through town, was the place to be. All the motorheads would cruise the streets trying to impress whoever would pay any attention. Then about ten o'clock cruising pretty much stopped and everyone gathered in one of three different parking lots, a drive-in restaraunt, a coffe shop or an auto parts shop. You pretty much stayed off the street if you didn't have 400 HP after ten! But, IF you cruised the street it meant you were looking for a little action. (Or driving a Ford 3/4 ton work truck and oblivious) Shortly after 10:00 there would be six or eight (sometimes a dozen) cars teasing each other. If you were parked and noticed that ther were no cars cruising and teasing that meant it was time to head about eight miles west of town to a nice, open, level stretch on the interstate. By the time you would get there a couple of guys would be opening exhaust, a few others discussing the night's activities and how things were going to be conducted, and a couple more re-painting the start and finish markers. THEN it would be time to see whether the 427, the 428, the 429, 413, 426, 454 etc, etc was fastest! It usually started with the two fastest cars from the previous week (strip cars made street legal) and worked it's way down the pecking order until it got down to the lowly folks like me. The spectaters dwindled as the horsepower did. One really cool feature of the Sat. night events was that two of the city cops had Mopars. One had a '64 Dodge 330 that he bought that someone had put a 413 in and the other cop had a '64 Fury with a 426 wedge. So, unless a Highway Patrol got lost and wandered by we were pretty immune to legal interference. By about midnight everyone in town knew whos car was faster tha who's!!!