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Re: My Facetruck thread.
In the summer of 69 I was living in Illinois. There was a little dragstrip in a cornfield just west of Nashville, IL.
It was a pretty basic operation, and on any given Sunday thirty cars was a good day.
There was a cute, feisty, little blond in a mini skirt that would show up in a really nice 66 Mustang, 390 , four speed, Word was her daddy had some bucks. She had a couple wrenches that came with her.
She ran slicks. She would pull up to the light, rev that thing to about four thousand RPM's and when the light changed she would just slip her foot off the clutch. It would pull the wheel off a couple inches and I don't think she touched the clutch to shift.
One day she pulled the wheels off and when she hit second parts flew everywhere. That Mustang exploded.
Now nobody had been able to look under the hood before, but in the excitement, they popped the hood and that 390 turned out to be some kind of exotic 427.
It was getting close to the end of summer and that was my last trip to that dragstrip. I have always wondered what ever became of her and the car.
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