Your old Street Racing Antics

[Ron H]

The last time I was on the Island was about 3-4 years ago. The only street racing I saw was about 100 guys on Crotch Rockets tearing down the Southern State well over the speed limit. At about the Hempstead Lake area a couple bikes crashed and backed up traffic ( what else is new ). What I heard is they do a loop from Cross Island to Northern State to 110 to SS Parkway. Total A-holes with no regard for themselves or others. At least We waited till late night for empty roads.

Their mom's might not let them stay out late...jammy time before 9...

 

[wagonman]

Trust fund Wanna Bee Pukes with Daddys Credit cards. Dont get Me started. LOL

 

[GetX'd]

Back in the day - yeah! Too many stories of street racing not enough thread on FBBO. One quick story. Had the GTX all fired up and looking good cruising down Central Ave in Minneapolis one Friday night. Stopped at a light and up pulls a gorgeous custom painted (spider webbed) 340 Dart all blown to hell with a big blower sticking out of the hood. Sweet ride. I knew the guy from high school. He wants to go and I wanted to accommodate him. We started from a roll and both got on it exactly right. I had him by a fender and we were up to nearly 100 mph on a city street - this lady pulls out to make a left turn. We both hit the brakes and my X had pretty sloppy steering and a pull to the right. Well the bummer was he was on my right and I swerved into his lane and my front fender scraped the entire length of his beautiful custom painted Dart. My X had a little dent in the front as I kept it pretty well under control. Back in those days - running like a fool with no insurance and a job making $1.10 an hour. Well let’s just say it didn’t end well. Those days were a trip and fun to think about. But that night could have ended a whole nother way. Thank God all that happened - happened. Sooo many stories. Still have the X too.

 

[chargervert]

The records are sealed, I believe the term they used was reckless eluding!

 

[MrJLR]

Good friend I got to know years ago at work and still see on occasion crashed his 396 Chevelle the day he bought it spinning out wrapping around a light post in '68. Man he paid dearly and for life. His leg was near being amputated and they stuck in metal rods giving him a gimp for life. That leg ended up shorter than the other and developed major back problems, stint with pain pill addiction, and more surgeries. He's 67 going on 87 today. One night, one error, many of us including me got away with - with our risky antics...

I will not glorify the stupid stuff I did as a kid...but there was plenty.
I'm not a fan of street racing....I was flat out stupid and wrong doing the things I did back then.

Still, the old stories of our glory days are fun to hear!


Jeff

 

[Darter6]

We would cruise a place called the Dog House. Friend had a Slant 6 67 Cuda with a set of Keystones on it. His daily driver back in 1975. A bunch of guys was giving him a hard time about his "Baby" car among other names. A guy in a Camaro challenged him to a race.He said "OK but give me a few minutes". Their reply was "Oh, you gonna go put some slicks on that thing ?'' My friend went home and came back with his Aluminum front 64 Savoy Maxie. They got in their Camaro and drove away.....
I got a million stories on this subject.

 

[HT413]

Good stories, boys. Being a kid of the 80’s, cruising the Main Street was long gone by time I got my license in ‘91. But boyhood stupidity wasn’t in short supply. Some things don’t change.

I remember this one time we were all headed to the movies, 2 cars full of kids. me driving my 82 firebird (hand me down car - had no choice) and my other buddy who was driving his 80 firebird. Maybe 200HP between us. Just some racing between the stop lights. I tried to holeshot him around another car but couldn’t edge him so I slammed on the brakes. Well just then one of the calipers hung up and shot me around 180 degrees at maybe 60 mph.

We just about sht ourselves.

Now I think about 2 cars, 6-7 kids and what coulda happened. Damn fools we were.

 

[MOPARENT]

You have no idea what its like to street race in Maine...Game wardens, moose, deer and massive potholes are your track conditions...

 

[Ron H]

It was rare for use to race in town obviously, maybe the occasional burn-out. There were four spots outside of town with one sort of the favored big money runs on old highway J some 10 miles out. I live near this spot now with subdivisions everywhere and more being built. When I had my '67 GTO, working 2nd shift, I got off of work at 10PM and would usually do a cruise through town before heading home. Back then nothing was open and no traffic. On some four occasions when I'd be at the stoplight heading out of town this guy in another GTO would pull along side and never look at me just waiting for the green. We'd launch to the next light and do it again. After the 2nd light there were none for a couple miles so we'd crank it back and forth until the final light that forked into the city or the expressway. That was the all out stretch. One time a car pulled into my lane from a frontage road and I hit the brakes feeling fading quickly, glanced to my speedo it was buried! Other guy had kept it going so I was able to slide into his lane behind. Was sort a spooky...this guy never looked at me and that was the last run we had.