My 72 Nova

[427TJ]

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Oh yeah, did YOUR school have a senior burnout day?

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No, but two of my buddies stole a gallon of Clorox bleach from the Home Economics classroom and we did "bleach" burnouts that Saturday up on a secluded road near where we lived. Oh, and one night when I worked at the gas station we shot about two gallons of gas out on the smooth concrete where the gas pumps were and did KILLER burnouts. It was a slow evening and we were bored. My buddy pulled his built '66 Chevelle into the gas and power-braked it and spun his Super Charger L60s until the concrete began to overheat and come apart. Pretty soon there were Posi marks all over the area between the gas pump islands. Finally, a local cop drove past and whipped into the station. We had just stopped roasting the meats and the smoke was still clearing and we pretended not to know what was going on. The cop rolled his window down and with a smile on his face he simply said "Not cool." We shrugged and nodded 'okay' and he took off. The next morning my boss opened the station at 6:00 AM and saw all the Posi marks streaking through the pump area. When I came to work after school he asked me if I knew anything about all the marks. I said "Uhh, no." I know he knew we did it but he was a very cool and understanding type. The fractured spots in the concrete are still there 25 years later.

[Xplantdad]

One Wednesday night, I took my Nova to "grudge night" at OCIR. As I was pulling up to the entrance of the track, I noticed that a photog from Hot Rod was there shooting Bob Tietz's Opel for the cover. He was up on a 12 foot ladder.

I knew right then what I had to do. I power braked a did about a minute long burnout, which I concluded by hitting second gear really hard, and got a 12-15 foot patch in third.

The photog turned around on his ladder while I was doing this, and snapped off some shots. I wish that I had some of those photos..they'd be pretty cool now. Once I got into the track, the tech inspector said "don't ever do that again, okay?" and smiled, and started to laugh.

Incidentally, OCIR is long since gone. But the service road that lead to it is still there...if you know how to find it. The last time I was there in 1996, there was still a faded reminder of my burnout.