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The very first time I raced with my 350 powered S-15. I lined up with another 350 S-10 right downtown on a main street in front of a bar (I know, stupid street racing). We both mashed the pedals. What a sound that must have been for the people in line in front of the bar. I hit 3rd gear when I saw the cop parked in the arena a couple of a hundred feet from the road. I know he had to have at least heard us if not seen us, but he never moved. I ran out of gas right about then (mechanical fuel pump starved because of the electric fuel pump still left over from the previous fuel injected engine.) The other guy passed me and kept going because he saw the cop too. He figured I'd get caught because I stalled. A very lucky night.
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