1978-79, I was driving home from cruising Fremont Street, long before the "Fremont Street Experience" came into being. I was in my 1955 Chevy Bel-air Hardtop, which was quite the sleeper at the time, running a '65 327, with 2.02 camleback heads and a decent performance cam for those days. As I was sitting at an intersection waiting for the light a 1955 two door post pulled up next to me. It was a ratty looking car and the occupants matched it quite well. When the light changed we rolled through the intersection and as if on que, both romped on it. I easily pulled a commanding car length on him for the first 1/8 mile and it was apparent that he wasn't going to let down, so I didn't either. Unfortunately for him, he obviously didn't know the area and that his lane ended into graded gravel and dirt at about the 1/2 mile mark from the intersection. As I passed that point I looked into my rear view mirror expecting him to change lanes, what I saw instead was his headlights in a cloud of dust and dirt as he drove into the graded area. Shocked, I slowed down to see what was next, and I guess he was to embarrassed to stick around as he immediately hung a u-trun and drove off. I never did see that '55 around after that incident.