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The Last Sandy Beach Outlaw Race

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The Last Sandy Beach
Outlaw Race, 1982.

Posted Sunday, January 25, 2004
Told by the Kalama Valley Kid.
Honolulu Streets Magazine

Kalani (Kalaniana'ole) Highway – A long scenic road that also runs along the eastern part of Oahu’s coastline, is adjacent to one of Hawaii’s most beautiful stretch of beach’s known as Sandy's. Starting from the mid 1950’s, it had been a place where a couple of local hot rodders would go to race when they wanted to prove who would be king of the road.

Illegal and dangerous only made drag racing at Sandy Beach more desirable and its history can be unofficially documented all the way up into the early 1980’s, when the last Sandy Beach outlaw race took place.

Now It's time to grab yourself a cup of coffee, kick back and enjoy this very true tale from the road.

THE STORY BEGINS:
As a kid, I can remember hearing races at Sandy’s. We lived in Kalama Valley, only a few blocks from the beach. Sometimes the sound of the surf would lull me to sleep. Other times, it was the sound of two engines screaming down Kalani highway as they went through their gears.

Like an old spaghetti western, gun slinging hot rod racers from Hell had been coming from all around the Island looking for a little maroon painted deuce coupe to race with. One in particular was a lightning fast Volkswagen Bug called the Flea. Little did they know, street racing had always been the last thing on my mind. My thing was building street rods. Turning old pre `49 relics, mostly Model A Fords and `32 coupes into something that twinkled in the sunlight. I just wanted to build `em.

I got a genuine high from spending months planning, building, then when it was all said and done, going for that maiden voyage directly to my favorite hang out, the old Hawaii Kai Chevron gas station.

My coupe was chopped 4 inches, making it extremely hard to see traffic lights at intersections and channeled six over the frame, which gave cops plenty of excuses to pull me over.

Here I was though, making a name for myself whether I liked it or not as the Kalama Valley Kid. Racing every Wednesday during the summer of `82 between 10:30 p.m. and midnight at Sandy Beach. 
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