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The California Kid
Van Nuys Blvd was the biggest cruising street in the San Fernando Valley. I use to cruise there 7 nights a week, hanging out at the Jack'n the Box. However, Fri & Sat nights were the street racing nights. A group called "RACE ?" met every Fri & Sat at 12 midnight behind the Bank of America on Van Nuys Blvd. Every now and then, out-of-town talent would show up from Compton, Orange County, Simi Valley, etc...............
It was late and a lot of the people had gone home. A friend of mine had a 56' Chevy 2 dr wagon with a SBC and 4 speed. A group of guys from Compton approached him and asked if he wanted to race. My friend said "sure", lets meet at Glenoaks and Peoria. (Glenoaks and Peoria is an industrial area surrounding by wrecking yards.)
He arrived at the spot and waited. About 25 mins later, he heard an uncocked car fire up and drive around the corner. It was a 68' Cuda that said "SOUL BROTHERS CUDA" on the side. The Cuda straightened out then stopped. It did a static burnout, then a dry hop.
My friend told the guys, "You might as well take my money. I can't compete with that". They laughed and told him they had come out from Compton but no one wanted to race. They didn't care about the money, they just wanted to race. So my friend lined up and when the hands dropped, the Cuda yanked the wheels and took off screaming. Needless to say, my friend lost.
The Cuda had a destroked 340" and they would record each run on tape.
It was late and a lot of the people had gone home. A friend of mine had a 56' Chevy 2 dr wagon with a SBC and 4 speed. A group of guys from Compton approached him and asked if he wanted to race. My friend said "sure", lets meet at Glenoaks and Peoria. (Glenoaks and Peoria is an industrial area surrounding by wrecking yards.)
He arrived at the spot and waited. About 25 mins later, he heard an uncocked car fire up and drive around the corner. It was a 68' Cuda that said "SOUL BROTHERS CUDA" on the side. The Cuda straightened out then stopped. It did a static burnout, then a dry hop.
My friend told the guys, "You might as well take my money. I can't compete with that". They laughed and told him they had come out from Compton but no one wanted to race. They didn't care about the money, they just wanted to race. So my friend lined up and when the hands dropped, the Cuda yanked the wheels and took off screaming. Needless to say, my friend lost.
The Cuda had a destroked 340" and they would record each run on tape.