text: Once upon a time many years ago, I knew a kid who loved to race his car down the Likelike Highway.  He once raced with a 1949 Ford Coupe, Flathead 8, all rusted and passenger side door had to be tied with a rope.  At best he would lose every race to the newer and faster cars, but it was all guts and no brains, those days.  It wasn't until one night he hit the curb and spun around two or three times ending up facing the opposite direction.   Scared the living crapo out of him and now he is older and much more mellow a person that drives no faster than 60 at the most.  Live it and learn, lucky to be alive today.  Cars that are confiscated should be sent to the metal recovery place where they grind up the whole car.  If they need transport to get to work, catch the bus.  Break the law willfully then pay the price.  Otherwise drive with respect for others and drive safely.  Live to see what life has in store for you, good and bad.