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Originally Posted by austin552
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Saw a beautiful 930 wrapped around a tree sort of like that, had just talked to the guy like an hour earlier. I was 16, and already diggin' cars. Per the CHP, "He went to a movie, me being the doorman, went and got some coffee and a dessert. Struck a tree at a high rate of speed, spinning 270* after failing to negotiate a bend in the road." It is a wide stretch of Ethan, abuts Cal Expo, and at the time there was pretty much nothing but tall grass and a couple of really big oak trees between the movie theater and Farrell's Ice Cream Parlour on Howe ave; I think it is a Tony Romas now. The other Farrell's had an F-86 from an air show go through the front window and kill a few dozen people back in the '70's, mostly kids at birthday parties. They had this huge metal bowl they would bring out, The Zoo. Had little plastic animals and candles in it, they bring it out singing happy birthday, takes two people to carry the rig they use. Definitely would get sued by some kid "choking" on a plastic giraffe if they served it now. A scoop of every kind of ice cream they had, and they had a lot. We had gone to the one on Howe for my birthday the year before so that plane hitting the ice cream joint was a tragedy that made a big impression on me, but I digress.
Two cars racing, They went by too fast to see what kind of car the other one was, yellow, just a flash glimpse out of my peripheral vision. It was loud. He was so broken. Other car was just gone, could hear it going. Told the girl selling tickets to watch the door, ran over, ran back, called the cops. They got there so fast, but it did not matter. Everybody went to go look at the car, and after to see what it did to the tree. I did not want to see that tree again, they washed it off, so you could not really see after, but I know he had the window down and that a seat belt won't save you if a tree caves in the side of your car, and your head if it is sticking out the window at the time. It is surprisingly vivid to me almost 30 years later. The colors, smells. He was a really nice, cool, young guy, probably less than 30 with a car I would be jealous of now. I guess he was cruising for chicks at the movies looking back on it. Fortunate he had no luck, or it would have been two dead people I suppose
Street Racin', I'm against it