OK, here's one for you.
"The Day the Y Block Won"
Back in the early sixties, Miami had a street racing problem. Racers would meet at night 20 miles west of town on a road called Krome Avenue. These midnight drags were getting pretty big with hundreds of kids lined along the road. Cars would come from all over South Florida to race the local favorites. The cops would try to bust them up, but the kids had a police radio and would always stay one step ahead of them. One night the cops outfoxed us and busted about 100 kids for "Illegal Assembly". We didn't know what that was actually, but our parents weren't very happy about it. After that, they set up legal drags on the runway at the old Amelia Earhart air field. The drags were run on Sunday and very popular. They had tech inspections and wouldn't let you run a stick shift car unless you had a scatter shield.
A buddy of mine had a 55 Ford post sedan with a hot 292. He was the only one in our group that could afford a scatter shield, so he would run at these Sunday races. His car was a real sleeper. It looked like a little old ladies car. He didn't have a racing helmet, so they let him use a hard hat that he tied on his head with a bandana. The races were "run what you brung" without classes. They had a sort of eliminator and gave away a trophy for the final winner.
One Sunday he was knocking off cars left and right. That little Ford wasn't the fastest car, but it was consistent. The traction on that old runway was terrible. The more power you had the worse your tires would spin. A 57 scruby was the fastest car there that day. It had a 409 motor, a 4 speed and sounded strong. The final run of the day was the bad '57 and my buddy's 55 Ford sedan. It was a real David and Goliath race. The flagman started the race and the scruby blew off the tires. Each time the scruby would catch a gear, it would shoot off like a rocket. The little Ford kept running along gaining speed. We were all on our feet cheering for the Ford. Money was flying around as the gamblers were betting on their favorites. That scruby driver missed every gear there was and a few that we didn't know existed. We all jumped for joy as that 55 sedan crossed the finish line a winner.
For a 292 to beat up on a 409 was unbelievable. It's not how much noise you make, it's who gets there first.
