I got nothing like that, but I got memories.........
In summer of 1971, I was 17 or 18 (June birthday), and about a half a dozen of us hi-school buddies, had this idea to run out to the track with our cars, about 20 minutes away.
I took my almost new 70 Swinger 340/4-speed. IIRC, the track put me in G-stock. I won a trophy that day, but hang on, I think I was the only guy in my class, lol........14.4 @98 and change.
One of the guys had a slightly modified 71 Demon 340 auto. He showed me his timeslip of, IIRC, 115mph, (or maybe it was 106, I forget which). I knew that car cooked on the topend, But on the street, I wasted that tire-frying peg-leg beast.
My engine laid-over at about 5500 in Third gear, so, on the street, I rarely raced past about 85mph.
>One guy, a Marcel, brought his 1960 BelAire, tiny block, just for fun.
>Another, Ron, had a 69 Chevelle 427/auto with a serious wheel-hop problem. This car was another top end monster. One day, Ron and I were parked nose to nose on the street in front of the hi-school at lunch time. We got this bright idea to have a push-O-war contest, which became a rocking good smoke-show, until .......... I shifted into second and my bumper jumped up and over his, right into the rad. Hey-man, it was your idea............
>Another guy, big-David, He was like 6ft 3, brought his beautiful 59 Ford Fairlane. He was not into racing with that car, but he always hung out with us. Boy, that was a nice-looking car. Dave and Ron ended up being my best friends, even many years later.
>Another Marcel (French Community) had a bright yellow 67 Camaro convertible. Another tiny-motor car. I don't recall him racing that day, but that car was sure a looker; especially hard to miss was his girlfriend Mona; about 4-11 with milkers out so far that they threatened to not stay in her blouse, daym she was hot!
This one time, she and Marcel had been broke up for a while, so opportunistic young-me took beautiful young-Mona for a ride on my freshly hot-rodded 69 Honda 350 chopper. What a ride. This was in about 71/72. I still sometimes remember those milkers in my dreams ......... But Mona was a short French Catholic girl, which if you know anything about short French Catholic girls, then you know that as they grow older, they become short French Catholic, fat-women. I wanted no part of that future.
Hyup the 70s were the best.
I met my wife to-be in late-December 1975; 5-4 and 95 pounds, and you guessed it, not an ounce of fat on her. But-um boobs to die-for. My future just got a whole lot brighter. I sold the Swinger to buy a ring and finance a wedding, and by April 1977, less than 18 months later, we were wed, and by now, driving a 65 Valiant wagon, scheduled to be, a Family car. But-um you know, once a hot-rodder .........
My babies came in 1980, 82 and 84; so we had 3 rocking hot years together before that, then settled into parenthood.
I never got back to the track until about 2002, for just one run, just for the timeslip. and again in 2004, with a bigger cam; again, just for the one timeslip.
no more trophys;
just TnT.
As it turns out, my wife now looks like a old French Catholic woman anyway. But-um, in all fairness, I've been up to 230 myself. But Covid did me a favor and I dropped 30 pounds in 10/12 days. My wife got Covid at the same time, go figure, but it hardly bothered her. ........... she told me later, that she had previously been vaxed. Right after that vaccination, she began to have health problems........ only we didn't connect the two right away.
Looks like I might be a widower before her; that ain't right; she is nearly 4 years my junior. But-um, I look at the bright side, maybe there's another Mona out there just waiting to meet me! Yes I'm kidding. I'm 71 now, and if there was a Mona, I couldn't ever be able to carry her over the threshold.
But, I could start taking my hotrod out more often ..........
Lemme think, which pedal does what again?
