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It was late 1966, my 65 Barracuda, Commando 4 speed (with some extra bells and whistles) and myself were "very" well known around North Miami and Miami Beach. I had a good job on 36th St. working at Eastern Airline's Jet overhaul building. I was making good money for a 19-year-old kid, which explains the 65 Barracuda. I street raced every chance I could get. Raced out at the famous "midnight drag races" on Krome Ave. on the edge of the Everglades; saw some real iron out there, some came in on trailers. I had several friends that kept after me to race my car on a "real drag strip." So, on their bidding, I entered my car at the new Miami-Hollywood Motorsports Park. After going through Tech and Safety inspection, I was classed in "F" stock. My brother and a bunch of his friends along with my friends that followed me there were all over my car getting me ready to race. We got the headers un-capped, put some ice in the fuel line can and adjusted the torsion bars and tire pressures. First time for me on the lights, a little nervous to say the least. 1st up...Corvair Turbo Spyder; no contest, got him on the light for the win. Wow! First time down and a win. 2nd run...55 Chevy, 265, he was strong off of the line, but petered out at the end, I cruised right by for the win. Geeze! two down. What's next? 3rd. pass...Falcon 260 Sprint, again, got him on the light and he couldn't run me down. Man! Got the big head now. Back in the staging area, I'm informed that I'm up for the "Trophy Run." My brother and the others all gather around me, telling me "You got this in the bag, you ought to see what you are running against, it's a 1958 Pontiac Chieftain; a big black and white tank!" We stage, I look over at this thing with all of the decals and lettering on the windows...some kind of name on the door too. I bust his *** on the light, I don't even see him. Out of nowhere I hear this roar, and that Chieftain comes by me through the trap by two car lengths. It turns out this Chieftain was a F Stock Champion out of New Jersey. He towed it down from there to sell and decided to visit the drag strip with the new owner. What are the odds of that happening? Never got to race there again...something called Vietnam came to be and I left for the Air Force for 20 years. My Barracuda? Traded it in for a brand new 1975 Chevy Step-side. One of many of my mistakes in life. I now have two 65 Barracudas: one being restored and the other on stand-by.
Norm