In 1970, I owned a 1967 Plymouth Fury. Big engine, great condition, and it could go fast. Normally, I was just the driver to wherever my group wanted to go. And then one night, somebody challenged me. Now, I knew better, but this guy just egged me on, and I took the challenge. Ended up drag racing the guy down a back road (off 10th, Paint, past where the hospital is now) and I ended up winning, while he ended up in a ditch. My friends were all impressed and soon after the story spread to my dad! OMG...grounded for 2 weeks. lol But I do still remember smokin' the dude...lol