We used to wear out our welcome in a very short time. Toward the end of it all we started racing much farther south, and on weekdays to boot! The Teamsters were picketing the "Farmer Jack" grocery stores and there was 1 on the corner of King Rd and Fort. Big parking lot with a nice tree line that actually hid us from normal view, and on the southbound side. We'd race on the northbound side and run across the street to watch then run back. After 1/2 dozen "rounds" of racing the cops do a drive-by. Never one to be shy, Mario grabs some of the extra picket signs and says, "Hey, we'll help ya!" to the picketers. As soon as the 2 cars come back we urge them to park and grab a sign. Cops roll by again to find 6 picketers instead of the original 2! What could they say? Another night, same spot, more racing, the local cops were wise to us. Several bushes and trees in the median, when they rolled up a bunch of us hid in the trees like little kids. That guy didn't know what to think when he came back to find nobody racing and nobody in the parking lot! When he left we high-tailed outta there and that was just about the last time. Then we morphed into Hall Rd next to the Mazda plant. Awesome racing spot, but damn if we didn't wear that one out too. A couple years later there was a bad accident as a result of some youthful racers deciding to make a run for it. I'd have to ask for full detail again as I wasn't there that night, but one of the passengers was hospitalized and never street raced again. Just a kid really, maybe 15-17yrs younger than I. I remember being fairly pissed at the ignorance of those 3. I found out years later that one of those "kids" is one of my dearest friends today. Still a very active racer...on the track. They don't all end up as bad news.