Street Racing and Stranded Kids


As a teenager and young adult, I used to find great enjoyment in street racing. Bad idea and dangerous I know, but it was fun nonetheless. Kids will be kids, right?

In my teens, I used to drive my boyfriend’s Chevy Z24 while he wasn’t using it. That car was fast! Each time I got behind the wheel I couldn’t help but speed down the roadways. One day I recall revving my engine at a stop light preparing for a race. Right before I took off, I glanced over and a cop was sitting across the light from me facing the opposite direction.

With a smirk on his face he waved his finger at me as we do our children, “no, no”. I’ll never forget that. It was adorable really. So out of respect for authority and wisdom, I didn’t race. That is, not until I reached the next stop light.

In my early 20’s, I bought an old Ford Taurus with a V6 engine. It had lush seating and may have been considered ‘an old person’s car’, but that thing had power. If you’re thinking “that is not a race car” then you’re right. The engine blew within 3 minutes of its very first race. That soft seated sedan lasted me a grand total of 2 weeks.


As I got older, I became more cautious. Speeding down the roadway is a rare occurrence these days. Over the years, I’ve learned just how dangerous it is and that I’m not as invincible as I once thought. Moreover, the idea of causing the death of someone else because of my irresponsible behavior is unimaginable to me. Racing through the streets is a very bad idea and you shouldn’t do it. You could kill someone.

With that said, sometimes we don’t have much of a choice. Today I found myself running very late getting home. My son was to arrive within 15 minutes of my departure from across town. I had 12 minutes of driving to go and fuel to get first. Needless to say, there was no time for delays.

Why is it that when you’re in a hurry people take forever to pump gas? The man in front of me was oblivious to everyone waiting in line behind him, as he enjoyed a 5 minute conversation on his cell phone. Really? The other lanes were flooded with cars too, so I had no others to choose from.

As I sat there glaring at him, I had images running through my head of my son panicking wondering where I was. He’s always had a fear of being left behind or stranded, so the last thing I wanted was to make his fear a reality.

After a very long delay waiting for Mr Courteous, I filled the tank and sped off. Jumping onto the highway, what did I see? Cars barely moving. Crawling at 5-10 miles per hour, with 10 minutes to go and 8 minutes to spare, I hit the nearest off ramp. Two minutes down the road was more traffic, practically at a standstill. Long story short, my son beat me home. He was standing on the porch as I pulled up.

Parking my car and jumping out the door, I called his name. Expecting to see him in tears, terrified with wide eyes, he instead came strolling around the corner calm as could be. After I profusely apologized for being late, I asked him if he was scared standing out there not knowing where I was. He replied, “Not yet. Not until I can see the stars” which was thankfully still hours away. Plus he figured that within an hour someone was bound to be home. Smart kid.

So while I was weaving through traffic racing home in a panic, he was calm without a care in the world. His calm demeanor surprised me greatly and also made me very proud.

My son is much more independent than I sometimes give him credit for. He reminded me today of something that I’ve shared before… never underestimate a person or their abilities.

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22 Responses to Street Racing and Stranded Kids

  1. Doobster418 says:

    As you found out, “The hurrier you go, the behinder you get.” And isn’t there always that inconsiderate person who is either oblivious to his or her surroundings or just doesn’t give a damn about anyone else.

    For what it’s worth, I had a Corvair when I was growing up. Man, that car was a screamer – NOT!

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    • mewhoami says:

      You’ve got that right. That could have been it too. He may have just not cared. Unfortunately that ‘it’s all about me’ syndrome is spreading.

      I had to look that up. That’s a nice car, but then again I’ve just always loved old cars no matter what kind they are.


      • Doobster418 says:

        “Nice car”? I think not. My 1961 Chevy Corvair Monza was a real POS. While I considered myself lucky to even have a car, I nicknamed it “The Golden Garbage Can.” Consumer advocate Ralph Nader made a name for himself when he published “Unsafe at Any Speed,” a book all about the Corvair!


        • mewhoami says:

          Now that I looked up that specific year, there are a few pictures of them that aren’t so nice. Still, there are a few that are. What a funny name – β€œThe Golden Garbage Can.” We had one of those when I was kid. Not a Corvair, but a beat up clunker with duck taped seats.


  2. What a great ending!! Love that he was okay and wasn’t worried, not until he could see the stars!

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  3. CrazyGuyinThailand says:



  4. I sometimes find myself in a panic/hurry/worry when all around me the world is going about life in a normal pace. And I catch myself wondering why am I? It’s comments like your son’s that are the catcher’s mitt. πŸ™‚


  5. Glynis Jolly says:

    I’m sure he’d rather have you home late than not at all. There are so many times when I’ve wanted to speed to wherever I was going because the thought of being late just didn’t sound like an option worth taking. Maybe it’s just that I’m minutes away from being a senior but I’d rather be late than on a slab.


    • mewhoami says:

      I agree and that’s the same thing I tell other people. You see how I didn’t say ‘myself’. Seriously though that is normally my policy. Better late than never. Too many people are in a rush without giving thought to what that rush may bring them.


  6. pardenme says:

    “Not until I can see the stars.” That’s just beautiful. Coffee Grandma is so proud of her amazing Grandson.


  7. April says:

    That was a heartwarming story. Also, no wonder I was awarded the pleasure of driving a Ford Pinto…..very gutless.


  8. suzjones says:

    Ahhh, so you are a bit of a ‘rev-head’ then. lol
    I am always amazed at other drivers who drag you off at the lights, overtake illegally and weave in and out of traffic only to get to the same place as you maybe 30 seconds earlier?
    As you said in another post, what value is one minute?


    • mewhoami says:

      Those people always make me laugh. They are in such a hurry and they get to their destination no sooner by doing it. In the meantime, they look foolish and are putting people at risk all around them.

      I was that person the day I wrote this. While racing home, I was next to the same cars at each stop light I came to. What’s funny is that they were taking their time. I looked foolish in my own eyes, so I’m sure I did in theirs too. πŸ™‚ Yes! The value of one minute. A minute that we can never get back.


  9. Jenni says:

    They can surprise you when you least expect it. Glad your son was OK. I was very into speed when younger and have the traffic fines to prove it but like you as I grew older I grew to understand the possible dangers not to me but to others. So it is very rare that I speed anymore but I think I would have done the same as you in that situation.


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