Thank you, again. I'm sharing with my friends I went to high school with, we all stay and many live where we went to high school. Quite a few Datsun b210's running around in the mid to late 70's. And, some Dodge Darts, Chevrolet Chevelle SS 454's, Firebird's, Pontiac Trans AM's, Plymouth Cuda's, and Oldsmobile 442's with wrapped headers and bigger carbs.
One of the guys in our group had a brother with a car and on the driver's door was "The Judge". If you thought you had the best car, he'd let you find out. His brother could tune and fix must anything, even inside a transmission.
Another boy, had a father who was a big racer from years back. He would work and and help everyone with all aspects of their cars. His son had a Plymouth Barracuda and he was racing, not with us, one night and hit a rise of about 6-8 feet at a railroad track crossing, the car went airborne and nose dived into the pavement and flipped and bounced. He missed all of summer baseball that year.
We had no cell phones. We used CB's. We'd get eight cars. Get lined up on an Interstate on ramp. All get on together, the four in the back would spread out from shoulder to shoulder and she l slow down to about 40, the two in front would run ahead with radar detectors and everyone on the same CB channel. The remaining two were in front of the blockers.
Then once of the cars ahead by a mile or so would say get ready, pause and then go.
We had another place on highway 8 North that was about 24 miles straight, turn right at Foreman, AR on highway 32 and I believe it is 18 miles, IIRC. But, that road was a narrow, two lane. No run off, like highway 8 with fields. Within feet of the road's edge were barbed wire fences, trees, mailboxes, houses. It was like the Isle of Mann TT. It was very dangerous. But, no cops, or not many. Especially after midnight. We'd race cars and motorcycles up and over and then talk about it, and go back.
No one ever got killed, surely by the Grace of God, and guardian angels. But, right before you got to the end at Ashdown, AR, there is a very exaggerated S-turn that after you have to slow to 30 or so and have a 1/4 mile and then the other part of the turn going back 180 degrees. A few people, in the wet, didn't slow and make that turn. But, went into the ditch and were pulled out by friends.
We had other places that ran parallel to the interstate and not much traffic or cops as backups.
We were as careful as possible and didn't race with people we didn't know or trust. We knew it was potentially very dangerous. Particularly, on motorcycles, where you could reach over and touch each other.
We never ran from the police, if caught. Or they happened upon us getting ready to do something.
Most of them knew us from playing sports and the newspaper and/or our parents. We didn't drink, smoke or do drugs. I had a Rupp mini bike at 4 and it never stopped. My parents were married for 74 years and my mother said that thing was the only thing that nearly caused a divorce. I always had a helmet, but open face as there were no chin bars then. Had the Moon Eyes
stickers on the side
After a very late night, the next day, I was working on something with my father. He never looked at me, be just said... The Only people out that late at night are cops and criminals..... Then he looked right at me and asked if I had a badge?
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Most of them knew us from playing sports and the newspaper and/or our parents. We didn't drink, smoke or do drugs. I had a Rupp mini bike at 4 and it never stopped. My parents were married for 74 years and my mother said that thing was the only thing that nearly caused a divorce. I always had a helmet, but open face as there were no chin bars then. Had the Moon Eyes 
stickers on the side 
