The story is competition between an unbelievable 1964 comet 289 four barrel comet that no one ever thought could run with or beat a 1962 Chevy impala 327 three speed on the column. The talk was always that the Chevy could'nt be beat by my brother' s underdog comet. This eventually came to a showdown at a time when I was about 12 years of age. The hype was so over powering that every time we saw the guy with the Chevy he and all his family and neighboring friends would just trash the comet because we were new comers to the neighborhood. Finanny my brother told myself and other older brother that I've had all I can stand and I can' nt stand this any longer it's on the next time I see him win or loose it's on. Nervous and panicking I did'nt the comet would beat, but Iwaswith my brother all the way. The day came when they met again. My brother beat the Chevy about a car length in the quarter or so distance. That was one the most happiest days for all of us brothers that day and surprisingly we all became better friends and the comet became known as the"black respector". The year probably 1966 I was probably 12 years old my brother Willie was about 16 a day I still remember devoting this article to my brother Willie who passes in March 2005. Your youngest brother George!