A buddy had an old van back in the late 1970s, we used to go to the pit parties with him (keg or beers in a remote sandpit). The cops would show up and everybody scattered. Sometimes a state trooper (the only one assigned to our area) would be chasing us in the van ... the driver would downshift into 2nd gear at high RPM, the passenger would flip the engine cover off and slowly pour a quart of engine oil down the carburetor. The smoke cloud coming out the tailpipe was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of you and didn't disperse for at least 15 minutes. Stopped the cop in his tracks every time. We always got away!
A buddy had an old van back in the late 1970s, we used to go to the pit parties with him (keg or beers in a remote sandpit). The cops would show up and everybody scattered. Sometimes a state trooper (the only one assigned to our area) would be chasing us in the van ... the driver would downshift into 2nd gear at high RPM, the passenger would flip the engine cover off and slowly pour a quart of engine oil down the carburetor. The smoke cloud coming out the tailpipe was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of you and didn't disperse for at least 15 minutes. Stopped the cop in his tracks every time. We always got away!
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