You Betcha! Did it for 3 years won 3 State Championships, then quit because the natives were getting restless..... The guys I raced against were all giant older doods that had no sense of sportsmanship. If we hit in a race there entire family would be waiting for me in the pits! It actually got so bad I needed police protection when I was in the pits!
That wasnt fun anymore, I got into a minor wreck with Mel Alvaro and he and his brother were throwing punches at me when I was still strapped in the car. These guys were 6' 6" weighed like 280 and were strong as hell, one of them hit me so hard it knocked a tooth out and I was wearing a full face helmet. When that happened I unclipped the fire extingusher and when Mel leaned in to hit me some more I rammed the bottom of the cylinder into his mouth as hard as I could. Tore his lower jaw almost off his face. He fell back on his back, the brother see this and ruches in and he gets the full blast of dry chemical right in the eyes from about 1 foot. I never heard anyone scream so loud. About then I noticed about 50 people climbing the fence from the bleachers all the relatives!
I fired my car up and drove right at them went through the mob they were pitching bowling ball size rocks at the windscreen literaly trying to kill me! I had to go through them to go out the back gate, I saw my Dad in our tow truck heading out the side gate so I knew we were outta there. I drove my Sprint on the freeway about 20 miles until we were far enough away to load it on the trailer and not be attacked by a pack of crazy Portugese doods.
I liked the racing, but not the fighting to the death bullshit they liked to do. Back at the shop my Dad suggested I carry a gun next week and I said there isn't going to be any next week. He smiled and said, thats what I was hoping you were going to say.....
WoW the Track I raced at years ago has a web site!!!!
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