Post by Blunashun on Oct 11, 2019 22:43:31 GMT
Was just thinking about some of the stupid shit I did as a kid. Didn't we all?
The area of Mar Vista I grew up in had a large Mormon contingent. They got me to drinking & smoking weed. Much like Muslims, that whole abstinence thing is a crock. I had shoulder length blond hair & was constantly being pulled over by the police. One time they went so far as to tear everything out of my car, including the bucket seats. They were looking for pot. I'm not dumb enough to ride around with it.
So this Mormon & I are playing cat & mouse. I had a 1969 fastback Mustang with a 302 in it. He had a Dodger Charger. He was the mouse. We raced through the streets of this supposedly quiet Mormon neighborhood at the top of the hill off Sepulveda & just north of Venice Blvd. We were fishtailing & I was right on his bumper. In retrospect it was incredibly irresponsible. But we were kids.
Someone called the police & a squad car pulled up as we were sitting on his porch drinking beer out of paper cups. The passenger in the squad car calls Clark & me over. I was 19. I think Clark was 18. We both smelled like breweries.
"You kids see anyone racing around here?"
"Umm...no."
Clark had parked his Charger in the driveway. We were standing right next to my Mustang though & the engine was still popping from the heat. There were no cell phones or traffic cams in those days. Unless these cops wanted to haul us in for being underage drinkers on Clark's parents' premises, they had nothing. They knew it too.
I later blew the engine out on that Mustang racing on Pershing in El Segundo & had to rebuild it. I never should have sold that car. I loved it.
The area of Mar Vista I grew up in had a large Mormon contingent. They got me to drinking & smoking weed. Much like Muslims, that whole abstinence thing is a crock. I had shoulder length blond hair & was constantly being pulled over by the police. One time they went so far as to tear everything out of my car, including the bucket seats. They were looking for pot. I'm not dumb enough to ride around with it.
So this Mormon & I are playing cat & mouse. I had a 1969 fastback Mustang with a 302 in it. He had a Dodger Charger. He was the mouse. We raced through the streets of this supposedly quiet Mormon neighborhood at the top of the hill off Sepulveda & just north of Venice Blvd. We were fishtailing & I was right on his bumper. In retrospect it was incredibly irresponsible. But we were kids.
Someone called the police & a squad car pulled up as we were sitting on his porch drinking beer out of paper cups. The passenger in the squad car calls Clark & me over. I was 19. I think Clark was 18. We both smelled like breweries.
"You kids see anyone racing around here?"
"Umm...no."
Clark had parked his Charger in the driveway. We were standing right next to my Mustang though & the engine was still popping from the heat. There were no cell phones or traffic cams in those days. Unless these cops wanted to haul us in for being underage drinkers on Clark's parents' premises, they had nothing. They knew it too.
I later blew the engine out on that Mustang racing on Pershing in El Segundo & had to rebuild it. I never should have sold that car. I loved it.