Later that same knight

Well sports fans, you've now cruised the loop for about all its worth...it only being around 8 or 9 pm it's probably too early for any serious racing...now Yuba City is one of the "Twin Cities" the other half is Marysville across the river.....they are joined by two umbilical cords.....we called them the 5th Street Bridge and the 10th Street Bridge....Original wern't we? As we cross the 10th Street Bridge (a modern 4 lane arch) we scope out the quiet burg of Marysville....big big rivalry between the two towns...at least as far as us high school kids thought....always the last football game of the year....usually for the league championship...being the small of the two towns 10,000 versus our 22,000) Marysville had even less to offer bored teens.....there was the Dairy Queen, and Denny's ......a movie theater that usually had something different than the one in YC.....a converted Quonset hut on the north side of town that had dances on Saturday nights, they actually got some decent bands in there...Paul Revere & the Raiders, The Spencer Davis Group, and a few others.....but Marysville also had the local junior college and Beale Air Force Base....so a lot of guys in their twenties were around that town...bad for us when it came to finding girls......anyway, over the big bridge, down D street (the main drag) and back over the river too Yuba City, over the smaller and older bridge...laughing at what happened last week on that bridge....as the local paper put it....."Local Wags replaced the Entering Yuba County sign at the half way point of the bridge with a sign that had been pilfered from another county, saying Now Entering Butte County....picture and all......the great part is, they never caught us! Wild kids, huh?

Sometime in the night, we would try to score a few 6 packs of beer, sometimes we made it, some times not....if we did, then we would go out to one of the remote spots on a levee and sit-n-sip...

Back in the '60s street racing was big time...everyone did it, or at least tried to.....if you hooked up a race, you would generally head out to the boonies (never that far from downtown in those days) and with luck you would have enough tag along's to set up a start and finish line and egg you on.....

Kids nowadays would probably scoff at our evening out with the guys...boring and dull, not much to do and we loved every minute of it....well, usually we did. OK, we did in my memory...there, that's being honest.

Every so often we would drive the hour or so north to Chico, or the same distance south to cruise K Street in Sacramento. In the school year, everyone went on Friday nights to the football games...home or away.....as we got older, some of us got jobs....I was the night guy at the local Standard Oil Gas Station at the lower end of Plumas Street. My best friend Lloyd was the night clerk at the Shell Station at the other end of Plumas Street, so that worked out well for us.

Isn't it amazing how the memory can flood back with such vivid images of those days when the old men were young men and immortal?

Later folks.