I love shows like this, it brings back the memories of living in a small town and on a nightly basis the local hamburger joint was filled with the cars of the day. It didn't seem nearly as special back then but today, if we only knew. Even in the small town we had everything from a Hemi Cuda in Plum Crazy, a 426 Daytona (strip car only), 396, 375 HP 66 Chevelle, Boss 302 Mustang, 70 Z28 Camaro, 68 340 Dart, 68 340 Cuda, 32 Ford Roadster with a flat head, 70 LS6 ElCamino, 68 427 Corvette, 55 Chevy panel with a well done 327, 69 427 Nova, 68 Mustang GT 390, 68 383 Road Runner, 68 Firebird 400 (don't know why but it was the 2nd fastest car in town, guess which was the fastest street car) even a 62 Biscane with a 283 with a 3 speed on the floor that ran low 14's and a whole bunch more. Just think, a town with 2,500 people and all these cars parking at the Dairy Queen or a little burger joint named Ron's Meatza.
Illegal drag racing was a nightly event either on Thornhill Road or believe it or not a 1/4 mile concrete beat loading track used for what it was intended only at harvest time for loading beats (about 2 weeks a year, the rest of the time it was ours). Guys would spend the Winter and hard earned cash trying to beat the fastest cars from the previous Summer. Being 17 years old, with a little 326 Firebird, how could you not get hooked. I needed to go faster and actually got tossed out of grade 12 physics for using the schools gram scales in the Physics lab to balance my pistons.
Sorry for the rant but, it's because of the times that I had and the love of the hobby that led me down my chosen path in life. 40 years later, the passion is still there and thanks for yet again bringing back the memories Bob.
Ray