Kind of a street race involving my first car. My dad drove a '65 Valiant 2 dr. sedan w/ a 170 /6 and a 3 on the three for several years. His plan was to give me the car when I turned 16 (in '71). Many mornings on his way to work, a guy in a Ford Cortina would follow Dad down the on-ramp onto the expressway then blow by Dad in the other lane. After we did the 340/727 transplant, Dad was just itching to catch the guy one morning. Day came that the guy followed Dad down the ramp. Dad waited until the guy pulled into the other lane then hammered it. He held it to about 120 then slowed way down and waited on the guy. Dad said when the guy caught up to him, he wouldn't pass.


Tim