My two brothers and I actually went to the Bob's, on Sherman Way, in Canoga Park in a 'race car.'
It belonged to my middle brother's friend Craig, a '56 'Van Nuys' pillarless Chevy two-door.
They'd just run it at Lions Drag Strip, towed it to our house; the owner took off on my brother's custom Zundapp motorcycle, and we restored the driveshaft and took off for Bob's drive-in, with open headers, loping in to a spot.
After we ate, we pulled onto Sherman Drive, heading towards Fallbrook Avenue.
On the one-two shift, the front wheels came off the ground. My oldest brother was riding shotgun, and we thought he'd soiled himself!
I can't believe we weren't arrested.
It's amazing that we survived our youth.
