[Boog]

Back when I was a lot younger I was riding with a bud one night in his big block shortbed GMC when his brother passed us in his big block Chevy truck. Well the race was on then. They both matted them and we were running flat out inches off the other truck's bumper for several miles. I couldn't see the Chevrolet on the tailgate. It was late at night so there wasn't any traffic and we were well out of town. Those trucks were dead even. I don't remember just how fast we were running. North of 100 for sure. There was some drafting I guess. It wasn't the most intelligent thing they ever did but hell, they were like that. Those boys, I tell you what. I like going fast and all but not in those circumstances. We lived.