It was the summer of '64 & I bought my first new car with the money I saved delivering newspapers, & my lunch money. Went up to Tasca Ford & in the show room was a shiny new Galaxie 427 light weight. Mom said nothing too fast, so I told her it was a 223 six popper. When my best bud Ralphie saw it he was so jealous he pested his dad, the town doctor, to buy him a Smokey Yunick prepped 409 Impotent. As you can imagine, it wasn't long before the inevitable happened. A few too many beers at the bowling alley & off we go. As I lined up with the Imp. I look over at Ralphie & his girl gives me a wink & climbs out to flag. As she drops her hands the Imp leaves first. Dammit, caught sleeping again. I bang second, gain half a car. I bang third, crushing my knuckles into the ashtray. Man, I've got to get me a Hurst. After that the Imp. fades into the dust. Figure I'll stretch out fourth just to rub Ralphie's dick in the dirt a little. Before I knew it, there was dead man's curve. Up into third, hard on the brakes, the Gal showed no signs of slowing. Gravel, dirt, & dust everywhere. The only thing that saved me was a signpost that kept me from going down a 1000 foot cliff. Whew, what a ride. She fired right up so I went back to see what happened to the 409. Low & behold, there it sat in a field all twisted up. I asked Ralphie what happened? He said he missed third & the 409 popped spraying oil on the back tires & spun out. When I asked him what happened to the busted windows he said when my Ford passed him, they just blew out. It cost me a few bucks to fix the Ford & mom was pissed, but she eventually got over it when I told her it happened when I tried to avoid hitting a deer. The Imp. was totaled & I guess Smokey was right after all, those damn W motors belong in a dang truck. If you are wondering what happened to Ralphie's girl? I married her, sold the 427 & bought a '66 wagon.