One Sunday afternoon, a friend and I drove to the Old Lemonville Road just outside of Orange, Texas, to watch our high school boyfriends race their "souped-up" vehicles. The year was 1958, and my family recently moved back to Orange from Beaumont, where there were official drag strips; however, that was not the case in Orange. Soon after we arrived, someone yelled "Here come the Cops!" and everyone scattered, except my friend and myself. We weren't aware drag racing was illegal. The policemen were nice, but still wrote down our names and phone numbers to call our parents. Mine were surprisingly understanding.