One more. My brother and I were at an outlaw track and we arranged a race between my brown 1979 Malibu and a hot street truck. The agreement was for me to give him 10 lengths and we would race 1/4 mile. The owner of the truck was a nice guy, very cool. His friend was a loud mouth, little runt, very arrogant. So we lined them up and I caught him and beat him by 2 lengths. Oh there was hell to pay when I got back. I was accused of everything under the sun. I was the dirtiest low life that ever crawled out from under a rock. I did not have a bottle on the car at the time. I beat him straight motor. I'm taking all the bitchin in and my brother pops off and tells the runt, "For $100 bet we'll open the car up and let you check everything out. No bottle on the car. You find a bottle we'll pay. No bottle you pay." We were po boys, and $100 was a lot. Neither one of us had $50 much less $100. Well, Runt kept running his mouth but he wouldn't put the money up. We packed up and went home. Runt is now a well known chassis builder for Mustangs.