Wild and crazy stories from your past

Gaer said:
Sure, Here's a photo of us that night before the excitement started.
Deani is my girlfriend on the left, in the middle, me and a guy named Chuck, and my dear friend Barb on the right. (don't remember the guys names) Barb and her two children were later killed by her husband Mark James Bender. View attachment 290392

No pictures of the cops chasing us, sorry.
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Those eye's girl. Genuine windows to your soul.
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Gaer said:
Who is she?
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The only girl I ever wrote a poem for. (I'm no writer). Sadly passed away at a young age.

I came upon a picture
of one so dear to me
my vision blurred, my eyes got wet
and I stumbled sightlessly

through a dewey raindrop vision
where I relived days long past
of summer breeze, and busy bee's
and a pace that couldn't last

we fought so hard and often
bout things I can't now think why
until at last, she had enough
and said her last goodbye

It's been some years
since that last goodbye
but I remember still
sweet blue eyes that showed such hurt
when she said...
I love you and I always will

R.I.P. Phylliss
 
How about a crazy racing story.
Autodrome Granby. (aka rebel speedway) An extremely fast oiled dirt 5/8 mile track was a Canadian track that was my first introduction to racing in Canada.
First time there, I wondered why they had such a dented up pace car. After watching the first heat, I understood. Coming into turn 4, the pace car would jump over to the outside wall to let the mods go by. If by chance, someone happened to be hanging way outside hoping to jump a few starts, well, suddenly all the dents became clear.

Those Canadian drivers loved their beer and by race time quite a few were lit. Now, going down the front stretch, you were pushing 100+ miles an hour and there I was coming off turn 4 planting that 17 inch right rear tire and accelerating down the front stretch, I was shocked to see a woman pushing a baby carriage across the track to get from the grandstands to the infield where the race cars were pitted. Not something you would ever see or expect when racing in the states.


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squatting dog said:
How about a crazy racing story.
Autodrome Granby. (aka rebel speedway) An extremely fast oiled dirt 5/8 mile track was a Canadian track that was my first introduction to racing in Canada.
First time there, I wondered why they had such a dented up pace car. After watching the first heat, I understood. Coming into turn 4, the pace car would jump over to the outside wall to let the mods go by. If by chance, someone happened to be hanging way outside hoping to jump a few starts, well, suddenly all the dents became clear.

Those Canadian drivers loved their beer and by race time quite a few were lit. Now, going down the front stretch, you were pushing 100+ miles an hour and there I was coming off turn 4 planting that 17 inch right rear tire and accelerating down the front stretch, I was shocked to see a woman pushing a baby carriage across the track to get from the grandstands to the infield where the race cars were pitted. Not something you would ever see or expect when racing in the states.


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Looks like a fun machine and a great thrill ride dodging baby carriages.
 
Well, in this story, I got thrown in jail for racing. I was in the Air Force at the time, and looking for a vehicle. I heard about one that had been modified for the dragstrip, but they didn't break the engine in, and froze up the crank. I bought it, towed it to a friend's house, and we changed out the crank and bearings and put it back together, and sure enough, it was a mean machine.
Anyway, you couldn't miss the rumble of that engine, and it wasn't long before I got challenged, so what was I to do. We lined up, he said go, and I lit 'em up. After decorating the asphalt with sufficient burnt rubber, I laid claim to the title, but it was short lived. An off-duty highway patrol officer pulled up in his pickup (His uniform pants on and tee shirt), told me to get in, and hauled me off to jail. They emptied my pockets, booked me, and into the slammer I went to spend the night.
Next morning I was introduced to the judge, who didn't look very pleased as he read off the charges (Exhibition of speed, reckless driving, running a stop sign, and a few other ordinances. In my mind, I was just making a point, but that wasn't going to fly here. I told him he could do whatever he wanted to me, but please don't tell my commanding officer. They don't take kindly to one of their own breaking the law and embarrassing the military. The judge agreed to the deal, and fined me $115, which, at the time, was a hefty fine, but I was glad to put that nightmare in the rearview mirror. It wasn't long after that I sold the car. Too much temptation.
 
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