we're not into this whole thing for the flashy wheels or dashing ET slips, that's all a rehearsal for the return to the pits where the real fun can be had.
Gee, one time some Bklyn cats saw me on the side of the road with my 65' on the way to E-town and stopped to ask if I needed help, thinking that I had broke down where it was actually that I stopped to help a perfect stranger with his 65' Impala sitting in front of me. I got us both to the track after that.