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The Last Sandy Beach Outlaw
Drag Race; 1982
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From
previous page - 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
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TALES
FROM THE ROAD
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Someone who I hadn't seen before
came up and stood between my coupe, in the right lane, and the
Flea in the suicide lane. He held out a lighter, paused and
seconds later, flicked it. The bug took off first, that's when I
nailed it. I knew Volkswagen's were slow out of the hole but
this one sure seemed faster.
I wound out first gear then
slammed it into second. The Flea was right with me, side by
side. I thought now would be a good time for the NOS so I
pressed the button while power-shifting into third. That made it
possible to pull away but I misjudged the amount of boost the
nitrous would give me, and found myself pressing and releasing
the button several times. With every blast of nitrous, my coupe
became harder to handle. It was fishtailing all over the place
but the Flea stayed with me, eye to eye.
Then all hell broke loose. A few
hundred feet ahead someone pulled out in front of me from the
sixty or so parked cars that lined the highway. All I saw were
rapidly approaching taillights. An instant later a passenger car
pulled out from Kalama Valley and turned towards the Flea in the
left lane. I tried to slow to let the bug get in front of me,
avoiding a sure head on collision, but the bug was runnin'
slicks and we were goin' way too fast. The car went by but it
was too late for the Flea. I watched as his slicks broke from
the asphalt when he changed lanes. He swerved five or six times
before whipping back over to the left, rolled once or twice, and
ended right-side-up in a drainage ditch.
In the confusion, people began to
scatter. Some were yelling, "Cops!" I slowed, turned my coupe
around and rolled up beside the Flea. He was standing next to
his mangled bug holding his arm in a blood soaked rag. I asked
if he wanted to go to a nearby hospital but he said he had
friends on the way and that I should make my coupe disappear
because the police were coming.
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