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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message: * HTML is OFF * Forum Code is ON Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Bob Nist[/i] [br]This was in a car magazine, probably in 1962 based on the cars involved. The midnight ride of Hank Revere. Listen my children and you will hear of the midnight ride of Hank Revere. I was stopped at a red light in my 406 burning three two barrels and a four speed stick. I glanced in the mirror and coming up behind was a loud red Chevy, 409. I paused a second when the light turned turned green and he pulled up beside me looking kinda mean. He rolled down his window, took a look at my flags then yelled real loud, "You wanna drag?" I said "no, at least not much” but when he said “go” I popped the clutch. I was still burning rubber when I hit second gear and the roar of that engine was all I could hear. That Ford had a lot with my foot on the floor but that Chevy beside me had a little bit more. So I skipped third gear and went into high and that Chevy sounded mean as I went by. In the speed of a second he shifted too and then I could tell we weren’t through. Up ahead was a stop sign and he didn't stop, neither did I and I heard that siren as we went by I knew right then this race should end with the cops behind and ahead a sharp bend. As we entered that curve he started to slide As he tore thru that lamp pole, Hank Revere died. There’s a moral to this story that’s plain to see Don’t race on the highway or you'll be in a cell like me. [/quote]   Check here to subscribe to this topic.