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I had to watch it a couple times to get the full impact, I was hoping the camera would double back so I could see the face of the driver....
I know the feeling. In 1968, I was in a hot-rod Ford with my criminal friend Mike Carrasco. We cruised slowly past the Fox Theater in Pomona, when we decided to give the theater goers a thrill. Mike wound the engine up so loud that the people standing in line had to cover their ears. Then he punched it. We burned rubber and in a storm of smoke there was an explosion, then everything went quiet as we silently drifted across the street... As we looked back, we could see the transmission (or large parts of it) laying in the street, directly in front of the theater, with a crowd of people pointing their fingers and laughing at us. Mike waited around for his dad to come and help him. I walked home...