In January of last year, @corncobcoupe started a thread about where we street raced when we were kids. A lot of people replied and the common factor in the stories is, it didn't matter where you lived, someone was going to try to prove that his car was faster and he was a better driver. There was inevitably going to be a run-in with the law. I lived one story that started out as a typical Saturday night in '63 at Al & Dubs Drive In on SW 44th in Oklahoma City. The guys with the coolest cars in OKC were usually there or at the Hideaway, also owned by Al & Cub, on SE 44th. There was a rumor going around that there was supposed to be a race out south of Yukon, about 15 miles west, on Cemetery Road. Some guys were coming in from other towns to try on the OKC locals. About 10 o'clock, a caravan of cars headed out to see the show. Now, the 9 miles of Cemetery Road, now re-named Garth Brooks Blvd in honor of Yukon's famous local son, that stretched from US 66 and OK 152 had just been paved for the first time ever and was string straight. It had wide shoulders and shallow ditches so parking for spectators wasn't a problem. I don't remember more than 4 farms along the road back then so disturbing anyone shouldn't have been a problem. I was parked about two cars back from the starting line and had watched three different pairs of cars take off. Then, this guy we called "Chief" from the east side of OKC pulled up to the line with his 406 powered Galaxy to take on a new 'Vette. One of the farmers must have heard all the noise and called the cops. A sheriff's car came straight up the middle of the road toward Chief's car and the 'Vette and stopped then a whole herd of cops came in behind us. Chief dropped the hammer on the Ford and headed straight toward the sheriff who drove off into the ditch which opened the gate for most of the rest of us. Being up in front, I was able to get out of there before any of the cops got my tag number. A lot of the people behind me weren't so lucky. So yeah, a lot of AG was a collection of memories about another time, but it was my time and even though I was in the middle of Oklahoma, that time wasn't all that different from California or anywhere else that had fast cars and some Milner types. I like it.