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The Last Sandy Beach
Outlaw Race, 1982.
Posted
Sunday, January 25, 2004
Told
by the Kalama Valley Kid.
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Later
that Thanksgiving evening I drove my coupe to Hawaii Kai Chevron
to put the finishing touches on installing that `24 inch blue
bottle of Nitrous.
Traffic
was light, hardly any cars on the road because of the Holiday,
which I thought would also give me a great opportunity to try that
stuff out at Sandy’s without any worries about additional cars
being on the road.
By
8:00 p.m. my coupe was runnin like a top, everything had been in
place except for a piece of black electrical tape dangling from
the shifter, which held a button that activated the Nitrous
System.
Hell,
I thought for sure Sandy’s would be deserted by the time I
finished. But as it got closer to midnight, I noticed several hot
rods intermittently cruising past the gas station on Kalani
Highway, going in the direction of Sandy’s. It didn’t occur to
me until much latter that night, something big had been brewing
there.
Ten
minutes before midnight, leaning against a dirty fingerprinted
garage bay door, I took one last look up and down the highway just
to make sure that no cars, and especially cops, were anywhere in
sight. It looked good, clear as a bell.
Dean
Yamauchi was Chevrons graveyard night manager; he looked at me
before I drove off and said, "Danny I think something’s
going on at Sandy’s tonight. It could be just a roomer
though." I didn’t hear about anything. I also thought who
in hell would even think about racing on a Thanksgiving night.
I
gave Dean a node and lit a cigarette. At that very moment, I felt
what it must have been like to be John Milliner, if there ever
really had been a character like that, or better yet, my idol, Guy
Swift.
As
I turned onto the highway leaving the gas station and shopping
center parking lot behind, that familiar scared feeling came over
me again, hoping that the cops would be nowhere around.
I
made it passed Hanauma Bay and headed towards Blow Hole Lookout.
By the time I got close enough to see the lights from Sandy Beach,
I noticed something different but couldn’t exactly make out what
it was, though it became clear once I got to the first entrance.
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