Has Anyone Experienced...

First, let me state that I do not condone street racing, but the following tale is from decades ago and experienced by a younger version of myself who used to take the typical chances of stupid youth.

It's 1979, late one Saturday night in Salt Lake City. I was driving my 1979 Mazda RX-7 home after an evening with friends, the streets were fairly deserted. I pulled up to a red light in the right lane, it was in the university district. A moment later, a 1969 Camaro pulls up next to me and begins revving his engine. Now, while the RX-7 was a fast sports car, it was pretty slow off the line and a V8 Camaro would just smoke it in the 1/4 mile. I decide that discretion is the better part of valor and make up my mind to turn right when the light changed, letting him charge ahead. I turned my head to look at the other driver to my left, and was shocked. What I saw driving that car had the face of a demon, wild, red and blond hair, glowing yellow eyes, fangs sticking out of a tightly-drawn grimacing mouth. He was revving his engine and staring at me. The light changed, the Camaro squirted off the line. I turned right and sped away. I took a very circuitous route home, making sure I wasn't being followed. It was very tough getting to sleep that night.

I never forgot that, to this day I call the driver "The Camaro Demon".

Was it in fact a demon, or just someone in fancy makeup?

The glowing yellow eyes tell me it was something supernatural, though there were probably ways to do that even in 1979 (I used to practically live at Radio Shack, lol). But my gut also told me that it wasn't of this world. I made a drawing of what I saw the next day (I used to be an artist, drawing cartoons for network TV in those days. I have a couple of listings on the iMDB). Somewhere I still have that sketch and will try to find it. If I do, I will scan and post it.

Not really amusing, except to my friends who laughed when I told them about it, and were convinced I had been smoking something... (I hadn't)
 
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I was 11 years old, I remember it well. I had a friend at my house and we were playing games in my sister’s bedroom, partly because it was much larger than my room, partly because I enjoyed the thrill of trespassing in her room when she was out. From her room was a view of the old pit field, a grassy knoll with a fishing pond in the distance. After exhausting activities inside my friend and I went over to the window, looking over to the green outdoors as our next source of adventure. We must have been standing there in silence for a moment when my friend turned to me and asked “Did you hear that?”

I replied no. I was lying, I just wish I hadn’t heard it as every hair on my being was standing on end. No sooner had I responded with my denial it happened again. Right between the two of us a dismembered voice went “mmMMMmmm” - I’m using capitals to imitate the tone, low high low.

Oh how we ran! Well, I then had a rash moment of bravery. I decided to face the speakerless voice with none other than a Ghostbuster proton pack. I’m not sure how I thought a plastic gun with a projectile foam noodle was going to aid me in this endeavour, but I had all the faith in commercialism an eleven year old boy needed. Needless to say I didn’t encounter the “mmMMMmmm” again and I often wonder could it just smell my mom’s delightful cooking?
 
First, let me state that I do not condone street racing, but the following tale is from decades ago and experienced by a younger version of myself who used to take the typical chances of stupid youth.

It's 1979, late one Saturday night in Salt Lake City. I was driving my 1979 Mazda RX-7 home after an evening with friends, the streets were fairly deserted. I pulled up to a red light in the right lane, it was in the university district. A moment later, a 1969 Camaro pulls up next to me and begins revving his engine. Now, while the RX-7 was a fast sports car, it was pretty slow off the line and a V8 Camaro would just smoke it in the 1/4 mile. I decide that discretion is the better part of valor and make up my mind to turn right when the light changed, letting him charge ahead. I turned my head to look at the other driver to my left, and was shocked. What I saw driving that car had the face of a demon, wild, red and blond hair, glowing yellow eyes, fangs sticking out of a tightly-drawn grimacing mouth. He was revving his engine and staring at me. The light changed, the Camaro squirted off the line. I turned right and sped away. I took a very circuitous route home, making sure I wasn't being followed. It was very tough getting to sleep that night.

I never forgot that, to this day I call the driver "The Camaro Demon".

Was it in fact a demon, or just someone in fancy makeup?

The glowing yellow eyes tell me it was something supernatural, though there were probably ways to do that even in 1979 (I used to practically live at Radio Shack, lol). But my gut also told me that it wasn't of this world. I made a drawing of what I saw the next day (I used to be an artist, drawing cartoons for network TV in those days. I have a couple of listings on the iMDB). Somewhere I still have that sketch and will try to find it. If I do, I will scan and post it.

Not really amusing, except to my friends who laughed when I told them about it, and were convinced I had been smoking something... (I hadn't)
Paintman had an experience of possible MIB in a car driving next to him with similar tones to the experience as yours....minus the glowing eyes. Would love to see the sketch.