Small Town Friday Night - When Fast Cars Ruled
Who remembers the good ole days? I’m talking about Price, Utah when main street had four lanes and angle parking, Friday night drag racing from light to light, the quarter mile on airport road where someone with a CB radio had to watch for the cops to warn everyone that they were on their way, I’m happy to say that I was a part of that iconic period. My first muscle car was a 1971 Dodge Charger RT with a 440 automatic. Basically stock, but still very quick. My second car was a 1971 Plymouth GTX 453, 4 speed with a tunnel ram dual 850 cfm carbs, and much more too numerous to mention. This car was very quick, compared to my charger. I remember some of the other fantastic street cars from the time, I won’t name any names, but a red Mustang, an AMC Hornet, a beautiful 442 Oldsmobile, another 442 Oldsmobile, 2 - 1955 Chevrolet BelAirs, a gorgeous 73 Dodge Challenger, a 67 Dodge Coronet Hemi, a 69 Plymouth Duster 340 the only car ever to beat my 440 Charger, a gorgeous 72 Dodge Charger 340, and numerous upon numerous Mom and Pop family cars driven by kids so desperately wanting to be a part of this iconic culture. Things change, times change, people grow, people mature more, and that zeal changes. Street racing is wrong and I’ll be one of the first to admit it, even though I did it. Please take it to the track, not the street. There’s a time and a place for everything and for street racing the place is solely on the track, not on a road or street, and no other place.

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