I still remember the feeling of a street race. Nothing like it. We had a good 1/8 mile spot out on a country highway. After the finish you could see slightly uphill for about another 1/2 mile. Not completely safe, but...
The line of cars showing like a parade once word got out around town. The sweaty palms, the worrying about the cops, thinking about "just feathering it out of the hole"..., telling your buddy to get in the back seat for traction, checking the mirrors for cops, concentrating on keeping your nervous right foot from smoking the tires...
Yeah I'll take the suicide lane, let's just get to it.
For me, there was never any excitement quite like it. And yes, that includes the sexy time...
To be young, invincible, and know everything...
Thanks Roo,
James P.