How do I begin a story of illegal activity on the net?
Probably shouldn't...
Did you know that when racing was over at the end of the day at New England Dragway...the announcer would finish his day by saying..."Racing continues at ART JOHNSON'S rte 1 in Norwood"...
You know the quys stole the sign that said "NEW ENGLAND DRAGWAY - NEXT RIGHT"...and planted the thing on rte 1 further north in Westwood.
Somewhere I may still have the issue of Car Craft Magazine...where Art Johnson's was a feature article...
Imagine if you can...the next time your at the local cruise night at Burger King...with maybe a hundred cars present...round after round of street racing taking place right before your eyes...scores were settled...reputations were made and lost...broken cars limped home to be fixed and return later that night to get a second chance...mechanics with keys to local auto dealers would go open up and get parts and tools at night and then return...
And one night while I was standing at the window waiting for my fried clams, which were the best, the Norwood Cops pulled in...walked up to the window next to me and said..."Don't let us stop anything...were here to watch!"
In today's world this is hard to imagine...you'd be put away for a long time...and you'd be front page news...
But in the days of the Muscle Car...when SS396's, GTO's, Cobra Jets, 440 six packs roamed the streets and were as commonplace as honda's are today...
Guys with a point to prove...did it at Art Johnsons...
Probably shouldn't...
Did you know that when racing was over at the end of the day at New England Dragway...the announcer would finish his day by saying..."Racing continues at ART JOHNSON'S rte 1 in Norwood"...
You know the quys stole the sign that said "NEW ENGLAND DRAGWAY - NEXT RIGHT"...and planted the thing on rte 1 further north in Westwood.
Somewhere I may still have the issue of Car Craft Magazine...where Art Johnson's was a feature article...
Imagine if you can...the next time your at the local cruise night at Burger King...with maybe a hundred cars present...round after round of street racing taking place right before your eyes...scores were settled...reputations were made and lost...broken cars limped home to be fixed and return later that night to get a second chance...mechanics with keys to local auto dealers would go open up and get parts and tools at night and then return...
And one night while I was standing at the window waiting for my fried clams, which were the best, the Norwood Cops pulled in...walked up to the window next to me and said..."Don't let us stop anything...were here to watch!"
In today's world this is hard to imagine...you'd be put away for a long time...and you'd be front page news...
But in the days of the Muscle Car...when SS396's, GTO's, Cobra Jets, 440 six packs roamed the streets and were as commonplace as honda's are today...
Guys with a point to prove...did it at Art Johnsons...