A Street Racer's Confession

I seem to remember the good old days, out till 3:00 AMand the cuda revs his engine, and the race was on,
every night, and the most important thing of all, waswe chewed the cuda up and spit it out, but the
learning about American muscle the fun way, byexcitement hadn't even begun yet, one more totally
experiencing it first hand.I fell sorry for the kids ofamazing thing was going to happen before we'd get
today who may never understand the thrill of realback to our hang out on the side of the road.On the
American muscle; my first learning experience wastrek back to the hang out, of course we got stopped
brought by way of a 1968 L88 corvette, my god whatby another traffic light, and Vern being the man he
an awesome car.My best friend at the time had justwas decided that he needed to really see what the
bought a used one, and it was around 3:00 AM in thecar would do, the light turned green, and Vern eased
morning, I was standing on the main drag with all myoff the clutch and the car started to roll, and the he
friends, and who pulls up, but Vern in his new L88dropped the hammer, shoved the pedal through the
corvette, I was leaning against my 1969 Z/28 which byfloor, the car immediately started to do 360's in the
all rights was a very mean car, but next to the L88middle of the main drag, the first thought through my
corvette, it looked like a dog.I got in the corvette to gohead, was we're going to die, it's all over.It sent chills
for a ride, my first ride in a corvette ever, and learnedthrough my body, as he shifted through the first three
very fast what that car was all about, we pulled outgears before pulling the car out of the mad spin and
on to the main drag, and right next to us was anotherback to the straight and narrow, and it saddens me to
friend of mine is his 426 Hemi coda, and as unwise asthink that the new generation of hot rodders will never
it seemed to me at the time Vern decides to have ahave an experience like that to tell their children, yet I
friendly race against him.We pulled up to a red trafficstill hear all the time how much better those new cars
light, in the small town that we lived in, and the lightsare "HUH".
were exactly 1/4 mile apart, so Vern revs his engine,