A little shorter one. Might as well stay on Jim.
The next summer, he was running a '67 Buick Skylark (same internally as a '67 Chevelle). A nice light metallic blue 2 door with a small block.
One day, I was riding with him.. I was standing up in the front seat (seatbelts? Nobody wore those stupid things!). We were stopped at a stoplight.. a car pulled up next to us on the passenger side. Jim never looked over, just saw the fender of the car out of the corner of his eye.. slowly creeping to take off at the light. Light turns green, Jim takes off about half throttle... enough to chirp the tires a bit. He sees the fender of the other car out of the corner of his eye again creeping ahead of us, so he punches it.
Right about then, I exclaimed "Holy cow! We're racing a cop!"
I wound up in a heap under the dash from the rapid deceleration.
