When I was in college I was crusing the town in my 1955 T-Bird looking for a drag race when two kids in an Opal Cadet station wagon keep wanting me to race them at every stop light. Finally, when I got to one where there was no traffic around except them I took them on. I was two blocks away before they even got across the first intersection but I heard that dreaded sound of a siren. I pulled over right away and got my license and registration out and handed them to the city policeman when he walked up to my window. He said, "95 mph in a 35 mph zone, however, I saw what happen and I would have probably done the same as you did. Take it easy, especially in this neighborhood because the neighbors have been complaining about speeders." He took off after the Opal Cadet and was writing them a ticket when I went by and they probably never even got up to the speed limit. My T-Bird had a 392 Chrysler Firepower Hemi with 4 deuces, a mild cam and 11" Dodge truck clutch. My best time in the quarter was in the high 10's back in 1966.
