Still done like that around here on occasion. But always on a long straight stretch of country road, not in town. Learned that lesson the easy-hard way in high school. I had a blown 69 Chevelle SS 396 4spd at the time (wish I still had it). Guy pulls up beside me at a redlight in a 64 GTO. Green light we both nailed it. I jumped out a couple lenghts ahead just in time to see 3 state troopers coming out of Hardee's about 1/2 block from the light. He and I both ran. They never got close enough to me to get my tag #, but as it turned out, one of the troopers was a friend of my dad's, and recognized my car as I shot past him. He was sitting in the living room telling my dad about it when I got home. My last in-town race.
