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The Last Sandy Beach Outlaw
Drag Race; 1982
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My deuce was
chopped 4" inches, channeled six over the frame and had
no fenders, which gave cops lots of reasons to pull me
over. and they did. |
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TALES
FROM THE ROAD
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Guy briefly showed me how to
operate the NOS and mentioned that it was a cheater kit. That
meant no regulator so you had to guess the amount of nitrous to
use. It also meant that it was important you had the
fuel-to-nitrous ratio exactly right otherwise you'd blow the
whole thing up including yourself.
At 8 pm I was at Hawaii Kai
Chevron installing the kit and by 10 pm I was finished. I knew
during an HPD shift-change there would be no patrols at Sandy's
for at least a half hour - between 10:30 and 11:00. That's when
I'd go for my test run.
I turned onto the highway, leaving
the gas station behind, and cruised past Hanauma Bay to the Blow
Hole lookout. When I got close enough to see the beach I noticed
there were hundreds of folks between both entrances to Sandy's.
Turns out they heard someone from town would be challenging me
to a race.
I slowly pulled into the parking
lot hoping to see anyone I knew. I hadnt completely stopped
when a local guy walked up to my window and said, "brah, my boy
like race you." I was trying hard to appear cool when I asked
"whos your boy?" Again, he said his boy wanted to race me but
this time he pointed up at the highway. It was that fast
Volkswagen bug I had been hearing about; the Flea.
I gave him a nod and reached for
the NOS bottle. I placed it between my legs and cracked open the
valve. At that moment I couldn't remember what Guy said about
blowing up, but from where I was, I could hear the bug loud and
clear, Whoop! Whoop! While the crowed shouted race em! race
em! I drove up to the line, facing in the direction of
Waimanalo.
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