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Early seventies I am racing my 1960 Falcon with a 327 Chevy pretty much a full race drag car against a buddies 57 L88 powered chevy. He wins the first race and I take the second on the third race I brake an axle in the nine inch ford rear-end and we hook a chain to tow the car away when the cops show up as we are towing on the Eastside of Cleveland on the marginal road of the shoreway (everyone raced there).The cop stops us and asks if we have been drag racing I say no as steam pours out from under the fiberglass front-end the cop looks at me and says if I ever see you guys down here again your going to jail.

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OK here's a Staten Island story, I moved there in 78 but all my friends and activities were still in Brooklyn. Since I worked at Murino Bros. Auto Parts on SI I met a few guys.

Whenever my friend's came to the Island and we cruised I tried to get my Boys and the new guys get along. Well so much for that.
My buddy Jimmy worked for Nunzi and got to know his way around a Pontiac cylinder head really well.
He had a 72 T/A with a mild sounding low compression 462 with the best head and all the Nunzi tricks. He came out to the Island on Sunday night and mouths start flapping and one thing leads to another.
A race is set up with Jimmy's T/A against a Brown Olds 442 that is supposed to be real fast. Mind you the 442 guy isn't even there.

The SI guys go get him but the motor is out of the car so they decide that Danny's Nova with a 454 and all the goodies will do the trick.
They drag this guy Danny out of a bar and them him what he's about to do but he says only with slicks! They want a money race and between their 4 guys they come up with $1200 but we had $1500 so we push them to find more dough.

Jimmy was good at the game and says no problem but I'm going to put a little pair of 9" sneakers on myself.

They put these monster tires on the back of this beautiful custom painted Nova and say they are ready.
Jimmy's brother shows up with the little 9" puppies and they decide the Richmond Pkwy entrance from Richmond ave toward Arden is the place due to concrete.

Both cars are driven there and they are laughing at this mild T/A since the Nova has all the goodies with it's ZL1 cam and sounding like the s&*t!


We stop what ever traffic shows up which in 1979-80 isn't much and both cars do a burnout with the Nova first and it sound awesome!
Jimmy does his and it looks just as impressive!

They start to look at each other like what da???

The race comes off and the Nova gets the jump but as the T/A's T400 hits second it's make up ground time, in fact they almost hit each other at one point.
The T/A past that mighty Nova so hard the kids father probably felt the rush!!

The burnout marks were on that pavement for like 2 years.

Afterwards they pay up but the Nova guy can't believe what happened and is ranting like crazy.

So the night finally ends but Ricky isn't done putting salt in the wound so the next day he stops at the Mobil station that Danny (Nova owner) works at and fills up his tank with regular on his way to school at Devry in NJ.

Hey no one was informed enough to find the Nitrous setup on the T/A when they looked at that little docile motor they were laughing at!!
As time went on I became good friend with most of the SI guys and fessed up about that night, they all were laughing like crazy but this time at themselves...
Ron

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OK here's a Staten Island story, I moved there in 78 but all my friends and activities were still in Brooklyn. Since I worked at Murino Bros. Auto Parts on SI I met a few guys.

Whenever my friend's came to the Island and we cruised I tried to get my Boys and the new guys get along. Well so much for that.
My buddy Jimmy worked for Nunzi and got to know his way around a Pontiac cylinder head really well.
He had a 72 T/A with a mild sounding low compression 462 with the best head and all the Nunzi tricks. He came out to the Island on Sunday night and mouths start flapping and one thing leads to another.
A race is set up with Jimmy's T/A against a Brown Olds 442 that is supposed to be real fast. Mind you the 442 guy isn't even there.

The SI guys go get him but the motor is out of the car so they decide that Danny's Nova with a 454 and all the goodies will do the trick.
They drag this guy Danny out of a bar and them him what he's about to do but he says only with slicks! They want a money race and between their 4 guys they come up with $1200 but we had $1500 so we push them to find more dough.

Jimmy was good at the game and says no problem but I'm going to put a little pair of 9" sneakers on myself.

They put these monster tires on the back of this beautiful custom painted Nova and say they are ready.
Jimmy's brother shows up with the little 9" puppies and they decide the Richmond Pkwy entrance from Richmond ave toward Arden is the place due to concrete.

Both cars are driven there and they are laughing at this mild T/A since the Nova has all the goodies with it's ZL1 cam and sounding like the s&*t!


We stop what ever traffic shows up which in 1979-80 isn't much and both cars do a burnout with the Nova first and it sound awesome!
Jimmy does his and it looks just as impressive!

They start to look at each other like what da???

The race comes off and the Nova gets the jump but as the T/A's T400 hits second it's make up ground time, in fact they almost hit each other at one point.
The T/A past that mighty Nova so hard the kids father probably felt the rush!!

The burnout marks were on that pavement for like 2 years.

Afterwards they pay up but the Nova guy can't believe what happened and is ranting like crazy.

So the night finally ends but Ricky isn't done putting salt in the wound so the next day he stops at the Mobil station that Danny (Nova owner) works at and fills up his tank with regular on his way to school at Devry in NJ.

Hey no one was informed enough to find the Nitrous setup on the T/A when they looked at that little docile motor they were laughing at!!
As time went on I became good friend with most of the SI guys and fessed up about that night, they all were laughing like crazy but this time at themselves...
Ron

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u should have been on the rock (staten island) in the late 60's (b4 the accident).. there would be 100cars lined up in two's on south ave... there were trailers parked on south ave under the overpass...racing all nite long...then to westons for a burger n fries... those were the days...

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Ronnie, Pettio was always trouble. One night he couldn't believe my buddies small block '66 nova went around him upstairs at 8,000 rpms. Accused him of using juice and started a fight.

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Heard they were going to make a movie called "Franny Lew" after Francis Lewis Blvd. Supposedly kind of a streetracing/American Graffitti/ Hollywood Knights sorta movie. Anyone know anything about it?

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Best "cheater" street racing story I recently heard:

NY National Speedway record holder with a black '66 Coronet and a worked 361 also did well money racing with the car on Clearview Expressway in the late sixties on LI. At the end of a good night he loses big money to a newcomer with a big block Chevy. So, they ask for a chance to win it back if the Chevy guy will let them put slicks on the Coronet. Chevy guy agrees. They return with an identical '66 black Coronet complete with slicks, one of the first street hemi motors and the license plates from the 361. They win, collect and disappear for awhile because that sh*t could get them killed. Supposedly they only did this twice and no one ever ratted them out.

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That's hilarious!! There were a couple guys that did that way out west in Cranbrook, BC. Except their cars were twin '54 Plymouths. One was a stock six banger, the other had a Hemi transplanted from a Chrysler 300. The story goes they would roll into Cranbrook from nearby Creston, cruise around and set up a bunch of races (and usually get laughed at). Their schtick was they'd say "Ok, we're gonna go get some fuel in case we gotta run from the cops" (or something along that line, get the Hemi-equipped car and clean house all night.

Maybe Canadians out this-a-way are pretty dim, but apparently, these boys had a reputation of having the quickest flathead six Plymouth in the world. Apparently, few questioned them about showing the goods.