Every Thursday night, at 12 midnight we would run like heck out of Belvidere Assembly Plant with our paychecks in our hands.

Since most of us were young (twenty something) we would get in our R/T's, Bees, Dusters and E-bodys of every color and Engine combination.

Burn rubber to get to downtown Belvidere (Worf's Tap).
Cash our checks and drink as much beer in the hour till closing,(1:00 AM) that we could.

Then race to somebody's apartment or mobile home and play euchre or Dirty Clubs till sunup.

Not to smart or legal, but we were young and dumb.