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Drag racing at night on a narrow street. I was about 18.
We were about 6 people in 4 cars. Not nice cars. Not fast cars. Just our used old cars. One car (Julian's) was severely handicapped, "speeding" along on just 3 of its 4 cylinders. (It's debatable if there was any real racing going on that night!) We lined up 2 cars at a time at one end of the street and had a third car at the opposite end marking the finish line with headlights.
The consistent winner, Russell in his mom's red Chrysler LeBaron convertible, was crushing the competition in style. Then the cops showed up. Apparently they were tipped off by frightened residents. Somehow the officers decided we weren't worth their time. We weren't drinking, we were barely "racing", and I think we seemed fairly harmless. We certainly were't the hard-core drunk driving, speed racing, up-to-no-good kids they were expecting to find. And, shockingly were just told to drive home and stop being stupid.
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