[pgermond]

The year 1968 - Saturday night, 8 PM - I'm out cruising with a buddy (I'm driving a '63 'vette, split-window, 327, Crower roller, high rise, dual quads sticking out of the hood, etc). My brother pulls up in his '57 Chevy hard top (327 that's pumped up as well). Well, one thing leads to another and we're off - going down a street that is somewhat the main drag. I shut it down at about 110 MPH 'cause I'm way ahead and why take a chance, right? He blows past me figuring he's gonna be in front no matter what and goes another half-mile. We both pull into the local burger place - he pulls in first, I round the building and as I come around the building there is a CHP parked behind him. I'm chuckling until I see red all over my dashboard.... from the cop’s lights behind me!

In the end, I wound up selling the ‘vette to pay for traffic fines and to pay attorney fees (I'm not proud of it, but I accumulated a string of drag racing tickets with that bad boy). Anyway, sold the 'vette, bought a VW Bus and shortly after was drafted and off to beautiful South East Asia. Right out of American Graffiti before anybody even though of making a movie!