Back in the late 70's and early 80's, all the guys with a hot rod, hot truck, mom's car, or whatever, would meet in the drug store parking lot, Saturday nights, and talk trash. Sometimes, we'd all work on somebodys car, all day, so he could drive it to the "parkin' lot" that night. There were maybe 10 of us that were were pretty good friends at that time. Occassionally, we'd go over to the next town, through the tunnel, and see the guys in their "parkin' lot". People would stop by and BS and check out our cars. The cops kept an eye on things.
If someone got a new carb or something, somebody would always challenge him to a race. There was a fairly good place, which somehow had a quarter mile marked off, about three miles from our hang out. We'd all run out to watch or run. Seems like every time, one of us would get pulled over and the cops would want to know who won. We always carried a fire extinguisher , first aid kit, and blankets. The local police said it would look better if the County cops ever caught us.
That was our car shows. Everybody helped each other and really appreciated what the other guy had. And if you just showed up and wanted to ride in a "hot rod", we'd be more than happy to do that for you. It usually was a one time thing. Not many return customers. Ha.
