Back in late 67' or early '68 I was going to LA via San Diego in my '67 Camaro. It was a 327 and not particularly fast but it would hit the 120 mark on a straightaway easily. I was coming down off the big hill on the long stretch toward Yuma and put it on the floor. Divided highway, no traffic, why not? That is a boring drive at night and at that speed you don't tend to want to doze off.
A couple of miles down off the hill I saw headlights far behind me...and with each look in the rearview they seemed to be getting closer/ A cop? If so, it's too late now, I just kept the speed and went on. In no time a silver Corvair was alongside me and there were smiling faces peering out the windows....for only a few seconds then they left me like I was in park.
About 20 minutes later I came to a truck stop and there it was. I went in an looked around, it was thinly occupied. There were those faces, four young Black guys headed back to college in LA from a visit back home in Alabama. I sat down and had some coffee with them. They wouldn't say more a than "it has juice" when I tried to find out what they were running. They laughed a lot and were all some really fun guys. I went on and maybe 10 minutes down the road they puled alongside of me again. showing those big wide smiles and a thumbs up...and left me again.
I have often wondered....anyone have a guess as to what kind of engine was in that Corvair? You know, I never sat in one, or rode in one. They looked sort of neat to me in a funny kind of way.
Regards!