Summer 1976 (BEFORE Dukes and BEFORE Smokey and the Bandit). There is a street that has a steep underpass under some railroad tracks here in Fresno. The trick was to get straight, nail the throttle, and get light in the front end coming out the other end...BUT, about a 1/4 mile away was a bridge over a ditch. That also had steep ramps in those days (much longer these days). One night I told my buddy that I wasn't going to lift. I looked down at the speedometer on the '69 Fury III as we hit the approach, 98 mph. As we crested the bridge and CLEARED the ramp the speedometer immediately pegged...airborn...then a PERFECT four-point landing...I turned to my buddy and said, "Well, we survived that. Let's not do that again...".Oh, and this is also a 35 mph residential street...

Allegedly. And since my buddy can't seem to remember anything from those days I think I'm good...never did tell my parents about it...