I took a rich kid with a corvette for about 8K one night and his dad showed up to bring more cash. He kept doubling down and I kept putting him out a little further, beat him by a fender every time. How can that primered pos 68 camaro run down my car like that... So funny. Last race he was 10 cars out.
Had money, not much for brains. Dad wasn't sharp about cars either.
Yes, I raced Chevies back then on the street. Use the chevies like a work mule to buy the thoroughbreds (mopars) :)