I'm sitting here laughing as I write this. Back in the late 70's, when I was a young stupid guy (weren't we all?) on Long Island, NY, my friends and I were foolishly involved in street racing on a fairly active level. My car was a maroon 350 powered 1968 Nova SS. It was the typical small block Chevy setup of the day - headers, Tarantula intake, ported and polished double hump heads, 11.5:1 compression running Sunoco 260 gas, 650 Double Pumper, Muncie rock crusher M22 trans, Hurst Super Shifter, a 12 bolt posi rear with 4:56 gears, "cheater" slicks, etc. I took great care in the setup of the cars suspension, and it hooked like crazy. It was a 12.7 second car back in the day when that was a BIG deal. I wasn't a real regular street racer that the time. We raced on Route 231 in Babylon, NY. I would show up about once a month or so at the Burger King or Jack in the Box, I would pick my races carefully, and I usually won. I then went home to do whatever I had to do.
I can very easily spin what I did back then into the exact same story as this nonsense. I'll call it "The Maroon Ghost"
It would show up on occasion. It would win. It would then "disappear" suddenly after the win into nowhere (my parents house, where I lived at the time), only to "re-appear" without warning only to win again. OOooohhhhhh - a "legend" in the 1970's Long Island street racing scene.
Now the car is worth ONE MILLION DOLLARS!!!!! That's hiarious!