09/04/2026
I was just reminded of a story from when I was young, dumb and bulletproof. I haven't always been in to monster trucks. Dad was a drag racer and he had some respectively fast street cars in his day. My first hotrod I owned was a 1964 Chevelle 2 door hard top.
I forget what year this was, but the Atlantic City Expressway had just been finished, ....very early '90s, maybe? Anyway, my friend and I were driving down the newly completed AC expressway at a high rate of fuel consumption when my friend noticed that the call boxes on the side of the highway "Placed every mile for your convenience" seemed to be going by fairly quickly. (Before cell phones, they placed emergency call boxes on the side of the road that dialed the police incase you broke down or there was an accident.) I told him to time how far apart the next two call boxes were.
Not long after that, I hear him casually say, "Yeah, you should probably slow down."
"Why? How long did it take us?"
"Fifteen seconds."
😳
We came to the conclusion that those two call boxes could only have been half a mile apart. .....at least I friggin' hope so. The speedometer needle had fallen off of the speedo, so I really have no idea how fast we were going. It was a great time to be alive. I'm not sure how we still are.
Side note: My fastest speeding ticket ever was in this car. 130 in a 25 zone. That cop had NOOooo sense of humor.