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This, and others I might tell are from many years ago when street racing was big fun, and very safe. Please don't confuse it with the vehicular stupidity that the kids are doing today.
My Marvin story is....
A crowd gathers at our street race meeting place. I push my way through the crowd to see this clapped out mid 60's Plymouth/Dodge looking thing. Black primer, no front fenders, the roof sawed off, and a hundred rivets or screws holding the hood on semi permanant like. It's got big slicks on those white wagon wheels, sticking out of hacked quarter panels, and the words "the thing" stenciled in white on the doors. I say, this looks like some piece of shit Marvin would bring out. Marvin pushes his way through the crowd, and in his THICK N.Y. accent says, that's right ya focka, it's my cah, make me a focken race. I race him heads up with my big block 68 Camaro for $100 (big $$ in the mid 70's), and beat him. A few days later, he calls me on the phone, I want a focken rematch ya focka. Again I take his $100. To give relevance, I made $3 an hour as a mechanic then. Two days later, another $100 rematch and I win. These 2 rematches are mid week when Saturday's our normal night for racing. So, now it's the following Saturday, and Marvs there without "The Thing". I ask, where is it? He says, we nevah gonna talk about that focken cah. He says, I pried the hood off, took off my nitrous unit and lit the focken cah on fire in my shop parking lot. I'm laughing my ass off. He says, what tha fock ya laughin at? I said, that piece of shit was on NITROUS too?
My Marvin story is....
A crowd gathers at our street race meeting place. I push my way through the crowd to see this clapped out mid 60's Plymouth/Dodge looking thing. Black primer, no front fenders, the roof sawed off, and a hundred rivets or screws holding the hood on semi permanant like. It's got big slicks on those white wagon wheels, sticking out of hacked quarter panels, and the words "the thing" stenciled in white on the doors. I say, this looks like some piece of shit Marvin would bring out. Marvin pushes his way through the crowd, and in his THICK N.Y. accent says, that's right ya focka, it's my cah, make me a focken race. I race him heads up with my big block 68 Camaro for $100 (big $$ in the mid 70's), and beat him. A few days later, he calls me on the phone, I want a focken rematch ya focka. Again I take his $100. To give relevance, I made $3 an hour as a mechanic then. Two days later, another $100 rematch and I win. These 2 rematches are mid week when Saturday's our normal night for racing. So, now it's the following Saturday, and Marvs there without "The Thing". I ask, where is it? He says, we nevah gonna talk about that focken cah. He says, I pried the hood off, took off my nitrous unit and lit the focken cah on fire in my shop parking lot. I'm laughing my ass off. He says, what tha fock ya laughin at? I said, that piece of shit was on NITROUS too?
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