It is a damn good thing that I never bothered to buy any kind of video recording device in 1999. That was the year I left home, and found myself more-or-less unsupervised, off of any kind of leash, with a job, some money in my pocket, and wheels. That’s a healthy mix for a teenager who just got their license, isn’t it? It didn’t help that my friends were just as accommodating and often encouraged my delinquent behavior, whether it was a simple burnout on a side street just when the cops drove by, or when we disappeared into the gravel pit across the street from the warehouse I worked at, or late-night blasts up Marksheffel Road at speeds that were without question dangerous. It was different…we barely grasped the Internet and social media was years away. We could still go out into the prairie area, do stupid stuff, come home and the only way to know if we were up to no good or not was to measure the tread depth of my rear tires.
In 1999, there were recipes for a stout street car. And the hot ticket…or, if nothing else, a solid bet…was a Fox Mustang. It was too easy…build a stout engine, get some good rubber underneath all four corners, and keep your transmission from imploding and you were a threat to a lot of vehicles in the area. In 1999, I wasn’t in the Mustang movement, I was part of the G-body Mafia with my Monte Carlo. But I knew better…they were faster, they were lighter, and I was a stock 305 H.O. But there are good memories from that time period, good times with good friends, and a lot of streets that I signed my name on. What about you?
Racing up Marksheffel rd, those were the days. I remember racing my gen 1 Lighting out of Wotten rd. just north of Platte between Academy and Powers. There used to be a lot of fast cars (for the time), and some money to be made. loved that truck, until someone stole it. Only slammed Gen 1 Lightning with a Flareside around Good Times.