"Back in the late 70's I had a 69 Chevelle SS396. My buddies and I would cruise 16th street in downtown Denver trying to avoid Buster Snyder the local crazy constable who loved to hassle cruisers, and looking for races to add another notch on the shifter. The Chevelle wasn't exactly stock with a big port heads a nasty cam, 391 gears and nitrous...
One night we ran across 3 guys in a Red White and Blue Rebel Machine and they wanted to race. We giggled and gladly accepted. It was late, 1 AM…"
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