This is my “first time” at the top of the page and I am flattered that Brookside Homeboy has allowed me to join him in this little reverie.
I will still post comments in the “Add your 2 cents” area (‘cause it’s easier), and you will likely see me up here from time to time, but that ol’ Brookside Homeboy is most definitely the “Perry White” of this rag...**
**Perry White was the Editor-in-Chief of the “Daily Planet”,
you know, from “Superman”.-------------------------------------------------------
There were only two Barracudas in the whole town (I think). Mine was this dark blue 273 cu. in. 1967 "Formula S" shown parked in front of the Cove Inn circa 1969 (40 years ago? Are you kiddin' me?). Ron Hatcher/Stanley had a gold '65 (old body).
Then there was the night that the dark green ’69 Barracuda fastback from Rhode Island showed up. We looked like twins in the dark; except he was sporting a “383” and a license plate that read “GONE”.
There I was with my little “273” with the “‘solid lifters” stopped side by side with him, pointed north, at the Central Avenue red-light. We were both rapping our pipes, trying to be macho, and preparing for the inevitable....
Green Light!!!!! First gear... burning rubber, tires screaming. Power-shift into second gear... I’m starting to pull him just a little (my car was lighter than his 383)... 6700 RPM speed-shift into third gear (I was good, just ask anyone...) we’re neck and neck just approaching Dog ’n’ Suds, EVERYBODY heard us coming... And then... and then...
Officer Byron Tomlinson...
Siren, lights, spotlight, the whole 9 yards...
Yeah, right in front of Dog ’n” Suds.
Mr. "GONE" was told to leave town immediately and never come back.
Me, I got a stern warning from Byron who did the whole cop routine (really, he was good). Byron was a few years ahead of me at NHS making him about 24, and he had been NPD for a couple of years.
The entertainment value for the crowd watching from Dog ‘n’ Suds was, how you say... “priceless”.
"Thank you Byron for pulling me over ‘cause I was about to get beat, and thank you for not writing me a ticket, I’m sure you will have ample opportunity in the future".
I gave him that opportunity, about half an hour later ‘cept I was racing someone else coming from Publix headed south.
Man, you talk about busted...
This time, no warning, I got the ticket, a big one.... Dang, Byron, I was winning.
Thanks for not tossing me in jail....
11:24 p.m. PDT