In the parade of vehicles that we’ve owned, there was once a ’79 Camero Z-28. Dark blue, not in the best shape, but still a nice little car. Dad and I used this car in ways other than intended. Well, one way, really.
We went drag racing.
This wasn’t street racing. This was track racing. Every weekend that fall, we loaded the car up on
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