01-07-2014, 05:44 PM
I dated a guy when I was a teen who had a 69 Road Runner, even back then it was an old car but it was immaculate, right down to his tires & rims. We used to go outside of town and race 1⁄4 mile. It was so much fun & I don't ever recall batting an eye but when I look back my first thought is always, SHIT FOR BRAINS. We were fearless and took ridiculous chances with our lives. Ahh, the good ol' days.