Post your best racing related memory!

Ok. I'll play. I guess this was about 1995. We were coming back from the big Kroger with a trunk fulla groceries and our son on the back seat. We were in my 65 Valiant Signet 2 door hardtop. Stout 360 with an equally stout 904, converter that flashed about 3600 with a manual valve body and 4.30 gears in an 8 3/4. The car had run a best of "somewhere" in the 11.40s. We were coming down a familiar road in Macon, Riverside Drive, which has some nice straight stretches. We "just happened" to pull next to a 72 Chevelle that a guy I actually knew had. That car was "supposedly" powered by a stout 468 Chevy fat motor and had a reputation at the time. Whenever we drove the Valiant around, I RARELY ever pulled it down to low. I usually just pulled off in high gear, unless there was some grade at a light. So the light turns green and we pull off nice and normal. Me in high gear, as usual. We get to I guess about 40 and he just hammers it and pulls out about a car length on me. So I just hammered mine.....still in high gear and we slap walked by him like he was goin backwards. And we could hear that big block revvin to the moon. We get back home and about an hour later my high school friend calls me up and says "hey, I just heard you blew Cliff's Chevelle goin down Riverside". I said "yeah and I started off in high gear and never down shifted. He just laughed his *** off. He said he had JUST talked to Cliff that day and Cliff said somethin smart about "Merritt's Mopar". Kirk said he needed to be careful because that Mopar would probably SCHOOL that Chevelle and it dang sure did. I see Cliff every now and again and he still chuckles about that.