Here's one of the stories I remember the most. I had just moved to where I am now back in 1985, where I worked I guess there were rumors going around about my car I didn't know about. 2 guys I worked with started telling me about a guy that worked for another place had a 69 Camaro that wanted to race me. I never meet him before so I didn't understand what brought up the subject. Well days than weeks went by of aggravating me about it till I got tired of hearing about being afraid of a Chevy so I told them to name the time and place. Well it ended up I had to go to his area which ended up being about 40 miles away from where I lived. I went against my wife's wishes to get it over with because I was tired of being simply called a chicken! On the Sunday morning we agreed on I took my brother in law with me just so I wouldn't be by myself in a strange area. We get to the address and out front of his house sat a nice looking blue Camaro. Guy came out and yes I was in the right place. I stood outside for about 1/2 hr waiting for him to get ready and there was car after car pulling in his driveway, lined up and down the street in his yard everywhere. Still not knowing what was going on he came outside and ask me if I was ready and I told him yes so he said he would meet me down at the starting line where he pointed. I was going to my car when I heard something behind his house that started and was so loud it shook the ground. Well he came around front with a black primered Camaro hull. It had no windows, no interior, no dash, no bumpers, only a seat and some gauges. Well I looked at my brother in law and we both knew what was going on but I told him I was just going to get it over with. I went to the starting line and I couldn't even hear my car so I just watched my tach while I was doing a burnout trying to heat up my tires. My car was a 440 4 speed with 3.91 gears, his was a I don't know the engine because he never told me but it was an automatic with 4.88 gears. Very frustrated and knowing I was going to lose I went through with it. I held mine to 5 grand and when the flagman dropped his arm I dropped the clutch and stomped it like I always did. Well needless to say he hole shot me about 2 car lengths and it stayed there till I hit 2nd and when I went for third I was going around him and he shut off. Ended up saying it was the finish line that was different than the one he showed me farther down the road. I got turned around and came back to get my brother in law so we could out of there. When I pulled in so many people surrounded my car I couldn't move. They were cheering for me to my surprise and going on about how they had a hard time realizing my car was a 4 speed because I made it sound like an automatic. I have to say I could shift a 4 speed. We ended up getting out of there alive and the next day when I went to work I was going to let my work mates know I didn't appreciate being set up like that when they informed me that the other cars that was there was planning on running me and
"taking what was left of me" and after what they seen they wanted no part of me. They said I had nothing to be ashamed of when I let them know I wasn't, I had the biggest smile of pride all the way home! I didn't feel like I lost in the least!