History Where was the "Paradise Road" in your town?

As kid growing up, out by our road of Mercedes, there was a connecting road known as Jones road.
At one time there was a white line painted on the road that said start and another one that said finish.

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Quigley Ave., Industrial flats in Cleveland, 70's to early 80's were best, no surprise there , but real world responsibilities kicked in and that was that for me. Last I heard some diehards in the ninties ,but morphed into rice burners and bikes , oh well good times.

 

In South Jersey it was "Weatherby Road" every Sunday night.

 

Bristol CT in front of the new departure plant. A subsidiary of GM
1:4 marked off and everyone from town raced there. The dealers in the 60s drag raced their cars there after hours. In the 80s us kids raced there and thought it’d be the last generation but if you drive up there today there’s still fresh rubber on the starting line so someone is still racing. God blesses them for keeping it going

 

@lothiandon1940 that photo takes me back to the early ‘70’s in Chicago. There was a former dime store that became a gym, back then it was more about building muscles than fitness. The gym was on Archer Ave. and Archer was a hot bed of cruising in the late ‘60’s on into the ‘70’s and it was in the early ‘70’s that Big Willy was a regular at that gym with his King Daytona parked outside.
There were a lot of black drag racers in and around Chicago that raced at the track and on the street and no doubt that brought Willy to the Midwest. I don’t remember how long he and Tomika stayed in the area but it must have been at least that whole summer.

 

....Great story. Thanks for posting. That poster has been on my wall for at least 50 years!

 

For our generation it was on the Albuna town line. I never had anything worth racing, but I did go once to see an early eighties transam racing someone. My memory was that there was alot of swerving in the lane endangering cars way fancier than I could afford. I heard a story about the good old days in the sixties. The boys were racing on a concession road, and the police blocked off both ends, and took their time doling out tickets as they felt appropriate. Then the got to Kurt, who I knew as a bit of a wheeler dealer and face of the Mercury dealership in town- the kind of guy that would flip you for the difference to make a car deal. His car had mysteriously lost the distributor cap, and there was no way he could have been racing. I guess it worked for him that time according to the legend.

 

My 55 Chevy saw that road a few times before draft notice in 68, quick trip from Hayward

 

....Still have any pictures of that '55?

 

On the North side of San Antonio, you would roll up to the traffic light on B***e Rd. & Mcullough headed towards the RR tracks right at a 1/4 mile away....and when things were done you could go straight or if there were red lights behind Y'all, one would go straight the other go around the curve to the right to see who was the luckiest....

 

I grew up in Conrad, Montana, and graduated high school in 1998 (on time, I might add). The Sollid Road went over I15 and out into farmland for miles and miles, with no turns, hills, and most of it without any houses anywhere near by. About 2 miles out we had the 1/4 mile marked with white stripes (it had been that way since the '50s, each new generation knew where it was so we would repaint the lines as necessary)....used to race out there all the time, got caught a couple times but the cops would usually ask who won and send us home with a "warning". Nice to live in a 3,000 person population town....you can see why this was so appealing, and we'd often run to top speed out here...

 

in my city young people don't seem to streetrace anymore, they just seem to go around on circles drifting. the court where my shop is there is a BIG round area at the end. 100 plus feet across. I can see bits and pieces of them on my camera's as they go around, if my shop was closer to the street I could start a Youtube channel and could probably get 50 video's a month. these *****s even do it in the daytime when cars are parked in the circle. they have been doing it for years and I have only heard one crash as they took off down the street.

 

We used to race right around the corner from my house eons ago and that was really nice. Heck we would push my car out of the backyard and down the street before I would fire it up to keep my dad from knowing that I stole my car. I was 14 and had a really nice 63 1/2 Falcon hardtop with a 289 in it. Then we would race on the interstate just over where we cruised on Summer ave which wasn’t bad at all if you didn’t start racing until 2:30am. We always had Presidents Island which was nothing but industrial parks and no traffic so we could bring out the pro cars and the nice trailers. I would disclose the more recent locations we use but I’m in the process of building a nitrous motor for my daily to race there and don’t need to shoot folks in the foot.

 

Sandy Hook International Raceway. At least that's what us locals called it. MO Highway 179. About 15 miles northeast of California, Missouri; my hometown. About 15 miles northwest of Jefferson City, Missouri. About 25 miles southeast of Boonville, Missouri. Over 2 1/2 miles of arrow straight pavement. Probably not over a foot or two difference in elevation in the whole length. At least 20 minutes from the nearest po po. At the north end is the hamlet of Sandy Hook; about three houses.

There were three places near the edge of California, but if the racing was serious, you went out to Sandy Hook.

b-t-w; I was a teenager in the 60's.

 

In my time, none in my town.

But we caught the tail end of Big Willies race track at Terminal Island in Long Beach for the last couple of years.

 

In the mid peninsula are of the Bay Area, between San Mateo and Half Moon Bay, was a section of Canada Road... Not to be confused with Canada, it was pronounced Canyada Road. Great out of the was spot for racing, and if you lost the race, you could still find "paradise" at the "Pulgas Water Temple".....

 

Late 50's and early 60's the place to go in Tyler, Texas to prove whose ride was faster,
was on Old Highway 69 just south of town.
A mile straight of way called Elkton Flats. Outside of city limits, only Highway cops to watch out for.My car a '53 Ford flathead with dual carbs, mallory ignition, and dual exhaust was not a**** the
top cars. I had to carefully select my races.
Ernie

 

Puddingstone Dr. It dead ends on the east end at Pomona Raceway and is parallel to Bracket Airport. The starting line was west of Fairplex Dr just past the curve. We even painted the start & finish lines with latex paint & a roller. This was in the mid 80's.

 

Just after I got it, 235 with broken rod. 1965 my dad was a line mechanic at Daily’s Chevrolet in San Leandro, I’d been washing parts for dad on Saturdays since I was about 8-9 knew all the mechanics. They saved all useable warranty parts for me. A 283 was saved for me, Duntov 30/30 cam added and HiPer heads WCFB and corvette p.g. Then 3.73-1 rear added. Picture was me in 1965 I was 16. Wish I still had it, I have to pull up the picture on computer and add it

 

....Great story! Love it. Thanks for posting.....Don.