The year was 1963 I along with my buddy Larry, was cruising the strip in my soup upped , and lowered 1955 Chevy two door hardtop. I thought I had the hottest car in town. It was painted two toned , candy apple red over pearl white with my own pin striping which ran down from the hood to the trunk. Beautiful … Just Beautiful.
A lot of guys thought my car was awesome, and so did a lot the of girls. The motor was mostly a stock 283V8 in which I had cammed with a Corvette solid lifter cam, and 650 Holly carburetor. Adding to that a 4:11 ratio rear gear, and Corvette 3 speed transmission. The car would raise a lot of eyebrows as I pulled up along side of them. That’s when the trouble started.
Seemed everyone wanted to test me then ..Race me. But I wasn’t interested that night in racing anyone.. I Was just out for a cruise on the strip.. Enjoying the summer night.. Having fun.
It wasn’t until later when this 58 Corvette pulled along side of me; looked over at my car, and revved his engine. I immediately thought to myself “This gut wants to try me out”, but I wasn’t in the mood for racing. Larry looked over at me, and said “Hey man!.. This guys looking for a race!” I told Larry, “Well he may be, but I’m not buying it tonight.”
The Vette pulled ahead of me, and must have slammed it into 2nd gear, and stomped on the throttle, as he left tire smoke up to the next stop light.
“Hey man! He’s fast!” said Larry… Screw him I thought. Let him burn off his tires… not me.
When I caught up with him at the next stoplight he was setting there with his motor revving. He looked over at me and hollered “ What’s the matter? You think I’m too fast for you?” “ Hell no!” I said. “ Just not in the mood”
“Chicken” he shouted as he pulled away. “Chicken?”…I thought.. No I’m not chicken. making me somewhat mad.
Reaching over, I tuned the radio to a local station..the song “Be My Little Baby” sung by The Ronettes came blaring through. It got me going. Enough so turned up the volume..
Larry looked at me with a inquisitive look, as I yelled to him to hang on! We are going racing! His face lite up, as I shoved it into second gear and soon caught up to the vette..
Pulling up along beside him, I shouted out the window. “Hey! Lets go to the freeway. I’ll show you what I’ve got!” I was pumped as I drove onto the freeway.. Him alongside in the fast lane, me in the slow lane.. “Ok!” I shouted to him..”I’m going to turn off my head lights, but when I turn them back on, then that’s the signal to go!” He nodded. Watching for my headlights
I revved the engine to around 5, 000 rpm, and at the same time pulled the light switch, and popped the clutch. Got a jump on him, but he soon caught up. Watching him out of my side mirror I knew it wouldn’t be long before he passed me. Knew then he must be running the new Rochester fuel injection . Darn! I’m gonna get my butt beat this time!
Little did I know just how true that was to be.. My eyes veered from the road as I watched him in my side mirror. He was catching up fast and was beside me when I suddenly felt the car off the freeway, and looking ahead saw I was heading for some trees!..I quicky, and sharply turned the car left,trying to get it back on the freeway, but too late.
Back then we didn’t have seat belts, and it was a hard hit..Took the right side almost completely off. Front fender.. Door, and part of the rear.. A total loss… But the good thing was Larry wasn’t hurt, not was I.
Yes.. The Corvette won that one.
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